"Wait, you're not leaving, are you?"
Hui's head swiveled in her direction, but not his hips. His face was flushed and his eyes refused to meet hers. "I did not ask you here only to practice," he said.
"Yes, I-I know."
"But you still came." The way he said it made her think he was offering her a chance to leave. "I will be in the room that is past the kitchen." He paused, a shadow of a smile passing over his lips. "In the bedroom. I'll wait for you there."
And with that he left her in the front room. Rain began to pelt the windows, each drop more insistent than the next as the storm outside picked up. His tights were still on the floor, so in a silent trance Imani stripped off her own tights and underwear before walking naked past a cozy dining area that led to a master bedroom. The first thing she saw were flickering candles that cast a golden warmth throughout the darkness, as if he'd tried to set the mood.
Hui greeted her there, standing completely still and visually imposing, like one of the many large billboards with his likeness, billboards that proclaimed that he'd be starring as Prince Hodong. In a repeat of the first time they'd practiced together his arm was outstretched and his hand was elegantly positioned, urging her to grasp it.
Imani's fingertips touched his, and just like the irresistible attraction that caused her to seek him out during class, she was being drawn to his body, feeling nothing but lean hardness. His mouth devoured hers as if he'd been waiting a lifetime to make contact. This time was different, because there was no ballet coach insistently snapping his or her fingers, demanding they stay on tempo as they danced. This time they had all night.