We slowly danced in the dim light of his living room. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter to me. 

I was kind of tall for a girl my age, about 5'7. So, our eyes met as we danced. We kept our gazes on one another as I heard the song coming to a close. 

"Please, please. Listen to me,

It's taken so long to come true. 

It's all for you.

All for you.."

Just as I heard that closing line, he leaned in slowly, softly closing his eyes, and gently kissed my lips. 

I wanted to, but I knew it was wrong. I just met him, and he was so much older. 

I pulled away. "I'd better get going. I have class in the morning." I forced a smile through the many emotions going through my brain. 

His face was full of regret. "Well, you live kinda far out. Do you want me to drive you or call you a cab or something?" 

"Uh, no thanks. That's nice of you, but I can take care of myself." I gave one last glance at him before closing his front door. 

I waved down a cab and went home. 

*Next morning*

I felt awful about how I acted towards Peter. I wanted the kiss. I wanted more, even. But the quickness of the events clouded my mind and confused me. 

I knew I'd have to see him again. I had feelings for him already that I couldn't deny. 

I awaited the next Friday evening nervously so I could talk to him.