With a tantalizing glint in my eyes, I placed my hands on his neck and swayed my body to the pulsating rhythm of the music. The alcohol had taken its hold, and I could feel its seductive embrace, heightening every sensation within me. As I danced, I knew I was teetering on the edge of intoxication, but I craved this euphoria.
My intentions were clear - I wanted him to feel the void he had left behind, to sense the passion he had forsaken. My movements became more deliberate, a silent invitation for him to witness what he had given up. I longed for him to comprehend the intensity of my desire, the longing that lingered in the depths of my soul.