Page 134 of Can't Text This

“Let’s dance.”

“There’s no music.”

“There will be in just a moment.”

“What’d you do?”

His lips twitch as he fights a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Just then, the crooner begins to pluck away at his guitar, producing the familiar riff ofI Got You Babeby Sonny and Cher.

“Cher? Really?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I know you have a huge crush on her.”

I laugh and snuggle in closer to him as we sway to the music. We’re not far into the already short song when his hands begin to wander, slipping his palms into my back pockets, cupping my rear end.

I shake my head at his advances. “I think this would be deemed inappropriate too.”

“Would it though?” he tries to reason.

“Yes.”

“What a shame.”

He pulls me closer, using only his hands on my rear, just as the song ends. The singer moves seamlessly into his next number,Can’t Help Falling in Love.

If Robbie feels me stiffen in his arms, he doesn’t show any sign of it.

“Did you…” I lick at my dry lips, trying again. “Did you ask him to play this?”

“No,” he says quietly in my ear.

But I don’t believe him.

There’s something in his voice…it’s different, not as sure and sturdy as it usually is.

I want to tell him it’s okay, that I’m feeling it too, but I’m too scared.

Besides, I don’t want to read too far into things. Ican’tread too far into things, not with the current state of our relationship, how it hangs so closely to the edge of destruction.

He squeezes me closer and I try my best to focus on right now.

Us.

The musician plays another song, this one a little more upbeat than the last, but we don’t let each other go. It’s like we’re glued together and there’s nothing coming between us.

The dark, spicy scent of his cologne fills my senses, and I can’t help but nuzzle into him more.

He chuckles. “Are you smelling me?”

“No.”

“Fibber.”

“Am not.” I take another whiff. “Okay, maybe I am. You smell so good though—like,sogood. Clean, fresh.”

“You’re welcome for showering,” he teases.

---