A few weeks ago, I confided in Mama about my kiss with a handsome Merman and how Icicle informed Papa. Mama was overjoyed and vowed to prevent Papa and Uncle Dan from interrogating me. True to her word, I was relieved that neither Papa nor Uncle Dan mentioned the kiss again.

My time in Enchantirios was delightful because everyone was kind, caring, and incredibly helpful. Honestly, after finding the treasure and being embraced by the most attractive boy I had ever seen underwater, I felt different, almost confident, which was a new feeling for me.

I'm not sure if it was the water or the generous hospitality shown to me here, but I felt rejuvenated, like a new person. With this newfound spirit, I was compelled to do something I never thought I'd do again, especially after believing Uncle Dan had passed away. But now, knowing the truth behind the deception, I wanted to dance.

Dancing has always been my refuge during times of sadness or self-doubt. It began in the basement of Aunt Glenda's house until Uncle Dan discovered me and enrolled me in dance classes to hone my skills. I knew that telling Mama and Papa about my return to dancing would result in an outpouring of hugs and kisses. True to my expectations, their reaction mirrored my prediction. Mama then led me to the dance room, suggesting I practice there while she observed and compiled a list of aspects for me to improve upon.

I began dancing to a regular musical beat, but when the radio switched to a sensual song, I found myself swaying my hips to the rhythm. The song, which I believed was titled "Woman" due to its repeated chorus, was enjoyable to both listen to and dance along with. As I continued to dance, moving my hips in time with the music, the sound of the doorbell interrupted me.

Mama went to answer it, and I was dancing away in what I believed was a private room. However, halfway through the songs, I felt a sensation of being watched. I looked around but didn't see anyone, so I just shook it off and continued dancing. Just then, another song titled "Shebang" started to play.

The song was upbeat with a sensual touch, prompting me to dance and incorporate some sensual moves during those parts of the music. However, the radio soon began to emit static, and after some adjustment, the song "Woman" started playing again. It was an odd occurrence, but I dismissed it and resumed dancing.

That was until I sensed something different than before; this time, as I danced, I could have sworn I felt hands on my waist-hands that felt rugged and calloused, as if they were used for woodcutting or building. This alarmed me, not because I felt a man's fingers on my bare waist, which would typically elicit a reaction, but because, similar to my last encounter with the merman, I experienced a tingling sensation, only this time it was twice as intense on my stomach and waist.

I was eager to leave and find safety, but the doors were locked, and panic was setting in. That's when I felt the minty freshness of breath on my face and heard a husky, deep, alluring voice whispering in my ear.

"Balla per me,mia bella colomba sensuale(dance for me my beautiful sensual dove )"

The voice warmed my core, compelling me to yield, and so I began to dance to the song once more. As I moved, I felt hands on my waist again, but this time, the boy materialized before me. He was stunning, with jet-black hair, eyes of the same shade highlighted by silvery tones, and his lips were full, utterly kissable.

The more he appeared, the more I noticed he was taller than me, with a muscular build, broad shoulders, and skin even more tanned than mine. His long, muscular legs were accentuated by the tight denim jeans he wore, complemented by a leather jacket and a snug t-shirt. When I caught a glimpse of his front, I let out a squeak, turned my head away, and my cheeks flushed with heat as I began to apologize for staring.

The boy let out a deep throat chuckle and then I felt his arms wrap around my waist and then I felt his calloused finger stroke my cheek while one hand still held my waist and then he moved his face closer to me and my automatic reaction was to lick my lips when I smelled fire, spice and sin.

The boy chuckled once more as he lifted my chin with his finger. When he kissed me, my world seemed to spin, and my lips tingled pleasantly, sending warmth throughout my body until it reached my core. As the kiss ended, he inhaled deeply, and I noticed his jet-black eyes shimmering silver. He growled softly, then released me gently and disappeared.

I collapsed to the floor, bewildered by the recurrence of such an event, pondering how I could be kissed breathless once more. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, the boy departed without uttering a word or leaving his name. I yearned to feel frustration, but it eluded me; instead, I let out a deep sigh. It was then that Mama entered, sensing the atmosphere, and embraced me, asking no questions.