The room is polluted with smoke and the haze of sweaty, grinding bodies moving rhythmically to some indiscriminate “top hit”. The beat reverberates through my body and my scanning eyes land on yours. I can feel their searing heat and my legs instantly buckle. I grab the banister to my left to steady myself and when I search for those deep brown eyes again, they are gone. Suddenly your breath hits the back of my neck like...