Late night tonight! It’s not even the 16th anymore. Very tired. No more typing. No more words!
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The dance started with Ellenâ€™s back facing the audience. She turned around sharply with her elbows bent to ninety degree angles and her hands at her sides. Her neck was exposed and her eyes were looking at the ceiling. From there she crossed her arms across her waist and felt her body across her belly to her hips. Her skin was tingling all over. She could feel Maxâ€™s eyes watching her every move, his body tensing slightly. He hadnâ€™t expected her to be quite this beautiful. He had seen her practicing and had never seen her put her full energy into the dance.
Ellen could feel her kicks look spectacular. Every kick seemed to direct his eye line up her leg. Every movement seemed to make his eyes examine the new position her body took. She had never felt so desirable or so beautiful. She slowly arched her back, pushing her arms against the floor. Swung her left leg around and ended the dance in a sensual, yet spectacular split. She had worked so hard on her flexibility and had never landed the end quite that gracefully.
As she stood up she could feel herself resume her natural state. The whole dance had almost felt like and out of body experience. As soon as she had come back to her body she became Ellen again. She crossed her arms in front of her belly and curled back into herself. Max wasnâ€™t saying anything, and she wasnâ€™t sure what to think.
The silence was almost deafening. She began to ask him what he thought, but he brought his finger to his lips silencing her. He then motioned her over to the couch next to him. She sat down and he placed his hand on her leg. His touch sent tingles all over her body and she felt her stomach tie itself into knots. He would begin to speak, then stop himself. He tried a few times, but couldnâ€™t quite form words. Finally he looked her in the eye and then he leaned in.