Cam

      The sounds of dancers feet on a wood floor under the music are as familiar as the scrape of skates on ice, and I smile in anticipation.
      In the next moment, my mouth goes dry. I swallow.
      In the front of the room, a woman in a leotard and dancer’s wrap skirt is demonstrating a pivot to a pair of dancers.
      She is my perfect…everything.

Christina

      Movement at the door catches my eye and I look over…
      Holy smoke. That is the hottest man I’ve ever seen in person.
      His t-shirt clings to him, and his nylon track pants encase long, strong legs. An image of them wrapped around me whips through my head before I shake it off.
      He’s wearing dance shoes. Yes, please. Dance with me.