It’s dark, and the whole school is here. Girls in dresses, colours dotting the sea of tuxedos. I step outside, a cold breeze relieving my hot and overwhelmed body. My black dress lapped at my thighs, my hair swirling at my collar bones. The beat of the music faded. No longer a heavy bass, a slow, thick lullaby poured out of the speakers. The door groaned as you pushed it open. You were stunning, the suit complimenting your ivory skin. Nervously, you grinned at me. “Would you like to dance with me? I mean, you don’t have to... I just thought I’d ask because I would really like to dance with you an-,”   “Yes, I would love to.” Inside, your hands on my waist, my arms around your neck, you pulled me closer. We moved to the rhythm of the sappy love song purring in the distance. I could feel your warmth, your heart beating. I looked at you and all of your perfection.  Blond hair, blue eyes. Head tilted, you leaned in, your lips soft against mine. My heart raced, I kissed you harder. My hands in your hair, the night was perfect.