You had never gone line dancing before. It was always something you'd love to do, and the perfect opportunity came when you were visiting your grandma - who lived in rural Missouri.

Your cousins, who you were close with when you were young, lived out there with her and offered you an invite to the weekly line dance.

So now here you were, in low jeans and a short top. You had boots that matched your belt, something your cousins claimed were a 'requirement'. You were having a great time, but when it finally came to the dancing, you struggled for a while.

The entire time you hadn't noticed a pair of eyes following your every movement, a boy quite popular here. He was probably one of the best dancers.

No words exchanged, he approached you and simply began to help, his hands on your waist to guide your movements. After doing so, he moves on to continue dancing with the others. You had finally gotten the hang of it.

A few more minutes pass, and you glanced around to notice couples pairing up to dance.. closer together. Now how in the hell were you meant to have a partner to do that with?

Your eyes glance around, noticing that same boy nearby. You grasp his shirt, pulling him closer in a bold attempt to become his partner; which.. he takes, gladly.

Your bodies mingle and grind, his gaze never leaving your body. Then, he begins to trail his nose down your torso, reaching your hips and moving them back and forth.

Christ.. why had you never done line dancing before?