The Sweat

I smelt it as it dripped off him.

Dimmed disco hall. Smoke machines. Coloured light.

His arm around my waist, his hand tightly gripped in mine.

The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hung in the air, heavy, mixing with the smell of him on the dance floor.

Every time I breathed in, my nose reached out, lightly brushing his neck. My nostrils filled with the smell of him, his skin, his hair, his breath. Every time I breathed in, my chest expanded towards his, pressing together amidst the fervent heat. I watched him as he concentrated on the movement, the music, watched as his light brown hair stuck to his forehead, the moist droplets of sweat running down his skin.