I love you (Story)

I love you.

I open the large glass door and enter the lobby of the dance studio. After 2 weeks of staying inside my house, it feels odd to be back. I can't hear the usual music coming from the dance studio, Min must not be here. I enter the large room -- with mirrors from floor to ceiling -- and turn on the bright lights. My footsteps echo through the empty room as I make my way towards the sound system --With only one person on my mind -- I start my playlist and begin to dance.
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The first time I saw him was through the glass door. I was mesmerised by him and the way his muscles contracted. It looked like he was floating. He was so graceful, every movement was thought out and executed to immaculate precision.
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After the first encounter in the dance studio, we went to the coffee shop to get to know each other. Even sitting there he became a masterpiece. He never noticed but whenever he looked away I couldn't help but stare at his ethereal beauty, and his smile, it was contagious.
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My first private lesson went better than expected. The feeling of his hands lingered on my body, the way he would teach me, standing so close behind me, guiding my body, it was a trance.
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My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. The low velvet tone sent shivers down my spine.
"Will you go on a date with me?"
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He was captivating. From the moment I opened the door, I couldn't take my eyes off him. The whole night I could feel myself getting more and more lost in his dark amber eyes.
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If I admired him so much then why did I pull away? He was so close, his alluring lips only centimetres away from mine.
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"You're still doing it wrong"
I turn to the glass door.
"Min..."
 It is easy to tell he hasn't been sleeping. His usually vibrant smile is nowhere to be seen.
"Let me show you"
He slowly makes his way towards the sound system. The routine song echoes through the large empty space. It's not long until I feel the familiar warmth of his toned body behind me. The melody plays as we move taking in the feeling of each other as if it was our last moments together. Time stops the moment our eyes met, our faces so close. Even after all this time, his eyes are still like a void that I am forever lost in.
His intoxicating scent pulls me in. His eyes glance down at my lips and he pulls me closer. I can feel his warm breath only inches away from my face. He closes the distance, his soft lips on my cheek send shivers through my nerves making my whole body tremble.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now" He whispers breathily.
I remain silent, not trusting my voice. He moves to the hollow of my temple, leaving an array of kisses down my face.
"or now" His fingertips leave a trail of tingles as they trace my cheekbone. "or now" His lips lingered only centimetres away from mine. "or--" My hands pull at his shirt, his words are lost as our lips connect.
My eyes close as I try to take in the feeling of our lips together. He responds almost immediately pulling me even closer. The kiss started out small but grew bigger, and more intense. My hands move to his neck and tangle in his silky stygian hair. My body has become more alive, every touch amplified. The scent of his cologne makes me dizzy. It feels as if electricity is running through my veins, and fireworks are going off in my stomach.
We pull away still holding each other, our foreheads resting together. We stare into each other's eyes, both of us breathless.
The silence is suffocating.
"I love you"
"I love you too"

Human rights & Slavery 13/04/18

Human Rights

During this term, we learnt about slavery and human rights. We have done a lot of work on Iqbal, we learnt about his story and how him escaping has helped save many other people involved in bonded labour.

Because we looked at a specific case I feel that it helped me understand more. Learning about a specific person makes you really see it in a differently. You become more emotionally involved in a way. Instead of looking at percentages and just seeing the numbers and graphs you see a single young boy who was taken from his family and forced to work for a man who treated him as if he wasn't even human. Because of this, it is easier to understand just how cruel it was. When reading about an individual case you don't just see a number, you see a face and a name and a family.