Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. Tonight, I was dancing to forget. My right hand clasped his left and I guided his hip around the room as we moved in time to the music. His blue eyes shone out of the darkness, lighting up his whole face. I couldn’t help but smile as he looked at me, our eyes joined by an invisible bond I didn’t want to break.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I said, and although I knew the words were true, I couldn’t stop dancing. I was even leading – it had been my idea to dance. What was I doing? My girlfriend sat at home and here I was dancing with the most handsome man I’d ever encountered.

“You should be here,” he whispered. “Forget about her. And anyway, you aren’t cheating. We’re just dancing, that’s all. Just dancing.”

“I’m not just dancing anymore,” I said, unable to believe I was just about to say what I was going to say. “I think I’m falling.”

“Falling?” He knew what I meant, but his face sought confirmation.

“In love,” I said. Finally, I stopped dancing and we stood looking at each other, completely alone in the hall, the quiet sound of the radio all the noise there was. “And isn’t it worse to fall in love with someone when you shouldn’t than to have sex with someone?”

“No,” he said, gently stroking my cheek. I should’ve backed off but I didn’t want to, his soft fingers on my stubbly face gave me a rush more powerful and intense than any drug. “You’re human. You’re fallible. We all make mistakes. But let me ask you, honestly. Does this feel like a mistake?”

I paused.

“Not one bit,” I said. “But tomorrow you have to go home and I have to go back to her and I’ll be left with your memory.”

“Then we’ll have to make it a night you’ll never forget,” he smiled and took my hand. I smiled at the thought.

“Just one more dance?” I said.

“Just one,” he smiled at me. Our lips touched for the briefest moment, the electricity firing around our bodies. No one could deny chemistry like that. I put my hand on his hip and resumed my dance to forget. A dance I would always remember.