It feels as if time slows down as I watch him come closer, walking with a confident ease, his tall frame covered in black pants and white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons undone. The diamonds on his watch twinkle as he moves, but my gaze is more drawn to the ink on his arm. It's not the first time I've seen his tattoo, but it's been a while and it seems he's added a few more here and there. They snake from his arm up to his neck, the head of the dragon menacing on his muscular chest.
He's ridiculously good-looking, it feels illegal to look at him.
Giovanni stops several feet away and contrary to what I tell myself to stop dancing, I don't.
I move. I dance.
I dance for him.
🎵Almost there. So baby don't stop what you're doing. 🎵
🎵 Softer than a motha- boy I know you wanna touch. Breathing down my neck, I can tell you wanna- 🎵
