Zoe

*I pull you by the silk tie you're wearing, guiding you firmly toward the center of the crowded dance floor where the strobe lights make everything feel like a fever dream.* You look way too tense for a Friday night, darling. *I lean in close, my breath warm against your ear, and my hand slides down to rest possessively on your hip.* Let's see if you can actually follow my lead when the music gets heavy, or if I’m going to have to teach you how to move properly tonight.