Body awareness when dancing

The music roared across the room, pulsating and hypnotic. Elena felt the rhythm take hold of her hips. The sweat ran from her temperature-heated skin as her body glided across the dance floor in the dancing sea. She wasn't alone; people all around her, who were also addicted to melody, moved their movements in sync with the beats — a shared frenzy of dedication and freedom. But it wasn't just the music that made her heart beat faster. In the corner she saw him, Marc, with his deep, inviting eyes, his body full of grace floating to the beat of the music. He was the center of their attention. His movements radiated a self-confidence that irresistibly attracted them to him. A glimpse. A soft smile. She knew that the moment was decisive, and she could hardly believe that she dared to entrust her body to his—a prelude that charged up the air between them. After what felt like an eternity, he finally seemed to be moving, to get to her through the crowd. As her hands touched, a warm tingling felt through her arm. Their bodies merged in a magical connection, and the world around them disappeared. The music paused, became irrelevant, while it was only the two of them that counted. Marc leaned forward, his lips almost to her ear... She suddenly held her breath — everything would change the next moment...