Page 96 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“She is. She comes to dance class with me sometimes.” Dimitri drank his beer.
Dimitri attended dance classes? Well, he was very graceful on the ice.
Tenzin held up the glass of water and gestured for her to come join us.
A breathless Gwen came off the dance floor and took the water from him, gulping it down. “Thanks.”
The music changed, and she looked up at me with those enormous hazel eyes, her lashes a bit sparkly. “Dance with me, Clark? I don’t care if you step on my feet.”
Tenzin gave me a look that saidyou’ve got this.
“You’re sure about that? I wouldn’t want to hurt your toes.” I stood and took her hand as her eyes lit up.
“Absolutely.” She led me to the floor, her smile giving me confidence.
“I’m not very good at this.” I positioned her hands on me, the way Tenzin had, a shiver going up my spine as I remembered his touch.
Gwen smiled at me as we danced. “I don’t care. I just want to dance with you.”
What she wants, she gets.True. Gweny had me wrapped around her tight. Tenzin smiled at me as we danced past.
Would it be too much to hope the same for him?
Chapter Thirty-Two
Clark
“Good morning, Tenzin.” I waved as the car we were sharing to the airport pulled up. It wasn’t even light yet, but we had an early flight to get to the photo shoot for the Bare Armor calendar.
Tenzin gave me a nod. He might not be a morning person.
We put our bags in the trunk and got in.
“This should be fun,” I told him, excitement bubbling inside me. “I haven’t been to too many places.” We were going to an island off the southern coast.
Tenzin nodded, taking a sip of whatever was in his tumbler. Tea most likely. “It should be nice.”
We checked in with the Bare Armor PR person. It looked like we were all on the same flight and sleepy patrons waiting fortheir flights were checking us all out. We were a good-looking group, all of us wearing suits.
I went to ask Tenzin if he wanted to go to the coffee stand, but he was sitting already, reading a book on national parks.
As I walked to the cart, I texted Gwen.
Me
What kind of tea does Tenzin like?
Gwen
Jasmine
I got myself a coffee and a croissant, then got Tenzin a jasmine tea and a tiny blueberry muffin. He liked muffins, right? After all, that was his and Gwen’s thing, trying muffins at different places across the city. She’d post pictures of them.
Tenzin was still reading when I returned. He looked up when I stood in front of him.
“Here.” I offered it to him, belly churning. Was this even a good idea? Yes, it was, since I was beingkind.
“Thank you.” His eyes brightened a little.
