[center] Yvette gasped when he began kissing her neck, and let her head lull back as he did so. Then he did something else; it felt sharp, but absolutely exhilarating. She took a sharp breathe, not realizing she had been holding it until he pulled away. And then she really wished he hadn't. She felt fairly woozy, and now his eyes were burning through hers, and she couldn't look away. She didn't know if she was still dancing, or if she was completely still. All she really knew at that moment was that she wanted him. [/center]