Hands on the Dance Floor

Nadia

The heat in my cheeks burned hot enough to scorch the air between us. I yanked my palm away from the bouncer’s chest as if his black uniform had caught fire. Every muscle in my body locked up under the dim neon glare of the club entrance. Behind me, the muffled bass thumped through the concrete floor, but all I could hear was the sudden, shrill burst of laughter coming from the women hoveri