Her hips didn’t move with the rhythm. They were the rhythm – perfectly timed circles, dips, drops and sways to the reggaeton beat. The dress that moved with her body was a gentle ocean wave kissing her cinnamon skin.
Roberto was moving towards her when she smiled at him. Watching her smile was staring at the sun with unprotected eyes as he joined her with his swollen heart thudding against his ribcage.
A dance and a smile were all it took for him to fall in love with his wife.
Just like the first time.
© Rilzy Adams, 2014
PS: If you are interesting. My inspiration for this pieces (as the name may have hinted) was Bailando by Enrique Iglesias.