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bag for the third time, starting to lose my patience. Exasperated, I turn the damn thing upside-down and let the content spill to the floor. No, not in here. I send a glance to the watch above the studios’ glass door, I won’t make it home and back in time for my class. Crap. My entire lesson is based on a new song I was planning to teach the girls. I worry my lips, searching my mind for some creative enlightenment, and it marches in… in the most alluring form… Reeves.
    Hey, at home? Busy? I text him, more than grateful he added his number to my phone earlier.
    My favorite neighbor. Am here, s’up? My lips immediately pull up with his reply.
    Can I ask for the biggest favor?
    Shoot.
    Any chance you could bring me something I forgot at home? Pretty please.
    I’m not breaking into your apartment.
    Key under the rug :)
    R U FUCKING KIDDING ME?????
    Disregarding the bold, capital animosity, I ask him to bring me the memory stick I’ve apparently left on my kitchen table.
    Waiting for Reeves, I tidy up the room, putting away shiny balls and colourful hoops, then start my stretching routine. I lift my leg to rest on the wooden railing, holding the point of my dance shoes, I bend my body as far as I possibly can until it starts to feel far from comfortable. While changing legs, I catch a glimpse of someone watching me through the mirrored wall. I’m not sure what makes me slightly warm, perhaps it’s the weight of the stare boring into me, because I do, in parallel to a small flutter in my belly.

Chapter 13
    Reeves
     
    I’m staring, but there’s nothing I can really do to stop it. I’m staring and the emotions the vision in front of me brings are new, surprising, and powerful. It’s a combination of lust and something else which I honestly can’t decode. Nia’s motions are hot, as in making my dick throb, hot. And her gracefulness and the delicacy of her moves cause a completely opposite reaction, it prompts an urge to take her in my arms and kiss her softly, run my fingers through her hair, caress every inch of her. Outrageous. She sends me a timid look, adorably smiling.
    I bring the thumb drive from my pocket and put it at display in my open palm. She beams and makes my way in quick steps.
    Nia grabs the small item and says, “You’re a life saver, I owe you big time.” Inching on her tiptoes, she pecks me near the edge of my lips. It’s a small flutter, but it feels as though she just pressed hard with an iron. My hand on its own accord homes in to where her lips have just touched my skin. I watch her as she runs back inside the wall mirrored, illuminated room, thinking about the many ways she could repay me.
    She fumbles with a laptop on a small, high table at the furthest side of the room. As I watch Nia, not yet even remotely ready to leave, the room starts littering in many shades of pink. Little ballerinas, looking alike, hover over Nia, wrapping their arms around her while she’s still crouched near the computer. Nia laughs, almost losing her balance. She claps next, and all the mini pink troopers align in front of her. They all mimic her moves as she goes through some more stretching.
    Holy fuck! She spreads herself so widely on the floor, in an insane split. I’m just a second away from salivating. Perverted as it is, getting uncontrollably turned on while watching someone teach little girls dance steps, there’s still no going away. Enthusiastically, I remain cemented to my spot. The vision of Nia in the same position only with me under her is way too vivid and captivating to let vanish. My thoughts keep on bouncing from one pole to the opposite, from snapshots of wild sex to warm hugs. The way her eyes gleam as she watches the girls imitate her moves, the way her body slightly bends to the rhythm. The way her hair sways from side to side, gleaming in dark silkiness. I lean back on the wall and keep watching, enthralled.
    One thing is more than clear, I want, more precisely need, her under me,