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Who will be the one who will love me?

Who will it be, who will it be?

Who will be the one to give me her love?

Who will it be, who will it be?

He moved like an angel. He almost seemed like a professional dancer and it was easy for me to match his rhythm.

"You move wonderfully," I admired.

"Both vertically and horizontally. Take note." He was provocative, much like Romeo. We moved together and then he positioned me by his side as we advanced, holding hands, moving forward and back.

I don't know if I will be able to find her

I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know if I will love again

I don't know, I don't know.

I let out an uncontrollable laugh when I found myself spinning like a top until I was snugly fit. My rear rotated against his pelvis.

I have wanted to relive

the passion and warmth of another love.

A circle formed around us to watch, and there, in front of me, was Romeo with a very unfriendly expression, which only fueled me.

From another love that would make me feel,

that would make me happy as I was before.

I lasciviously rubbed against his cousin, raising my arms to allow Salvatore to dangerously caress the sides of my body. The flares of his nostrils swelled, and so did my desire. Salvatore's right hand rested on my waist, while his left rose to tickle my arm to lower it.

I couldn't contain myself and I did. He took the opportunity to take me by the fingers and spin me outwards. He let go and we moved apart.

I glanced sideways at Romeo and refocused my attention on the cousin.

Oh, who will be the one who will love me?

Who will it be, who will it be?

Who will be the one to give me her love?

Who will it be, who will it be?

I resumed the basic cha-cha-cha steps to approach Salvatore, circled around him, and let him grab me by the waist. This provided enough anchor for me to arch my back and draw a half-circle in the air, just as I had done at the wedding with Romeo. Would he notice?

I entwined my hands around his masculine neck and let myself sway against him.

We moved, we flowed, we flirted shamelessly, as a couple dancing to such a sexy song should. And I relished it, reveling in the angry expressions of my husband, who was turning redder by the moment.

The eyes of my dance partner weren't looking at his cousin, but at another person who was getting as tense as my husband, someone who watched with a fiery gaze and eventually left the circle during the last verse of the song when Salvatore pressed his lips against the side of my neck.

"Interesting," I murmured close to his ear before he pulled away.

The Italian was about the same height as my husband.

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