I don't know what the hell I was even doing anymore, or why I was doing what I was doing.
Peer pressure, I guess. Mass hysteria, if you wanna get outrageous. I dunno, the pounding vibe of the atmosphere… it was just contagious.
Always used to think that night fever was just a myth, never understood how people could just be swayed right out of their inhibitions just 'cause some groovy tunes and catchy beats.
But here Amanda was being a tease, swaying and enticing, and around me, it was like people were kicking up invisible dust of energy. I could feel it coating my lungs, surging through my veins, and then suddenly I was tapping my foot, and suddenly my head was bobbing up and down.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" Amanda yelled. "Here, I'll help a bit, 'kay?"
The next I knew she was close enough that our bodies were pressed, that sweet lavender smell of her golden locks grazing my nostrils as she moved about, her hands shimmying their way between my fingers.
