Chapter 3: Rising Action
The dance class ended with a flourish, the instructor calling out, "¡Buena noche!" as the final notes of the song faded away. The studio was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter as students began to gather their things and head for the door. I stood there, my heart still pounding in my chest, my body humming with the remnants of desire and adrenaline.
Max turned to me, his eyes still dark with desire. "You were amazing out there, Rebeca," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at the compliment, my heart fluttering in my chest.