An Elusive Cocktail – Short Story

“But I just don’t like this music,” he said to her.

It was crowded and they were already inches close to each other. She looked at him and a smile twinkled through her eyes. She inched closer, and closer to him as he stood still looking down at her.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion – but yet for a third party not two seconds went by before she kissed him, running her hands down his chest. There was a magical kind of intensity emanating from both of them.

She then whispered: “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” he said, as if the breath had been sucked out of his lungs.

“Then you don’t need to like the music,” she said as she went back to dancing.

He looked at her for a second with a half-smile. Was it lust? or was it enchantment? – Perhaps it was both, an elusive cocktail. Soon enough, he was dancing in perfect tune with her, to the music he did not like.

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