Page 31 of The Flyboy's Girl
Pulling me back into his arms Paul whispers, “They’re playing our song.”
There are no words spoken as we sway to the familiar tune, eyes locked on one another. None are needed. There on the crowed dancefloor, as the song ends, Paul leans in and captures my mouth with his. Everything and everyone around us fades into the background, leaving nothing but the two of us caught up in this moment of time, neither of us will ever forget.
When the kiss ends, Paul whispers, “That was the best night of my life.”
“Mine too,” I whisper back.
“Come on. Let’s get something to drink.”
Accepting two glasses of punch from the attendant, Paul leads us over to an empty table. After a short break, Paul excuses himself to go and speak to the bandleader. The band begins to play Big Crosby’sI’ll Be Seeing You, as Paul makes his way back to me. When he reaches the table, Paul holds out his hand and asks, “May I have this dance?”
Smiling I place my hand in his, “I’d love to.”
Curious I ask, “Did you ask them to play this song?”
Paul shakes his head, “No, but it’s fitting, because no matter where I am I’ll be thinking of you.”
“Oh Paul, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
As the song ends, the band begins to playYoursby Jimmy Dorsey.
“This is the song I requested,” Paul says gaining my attention. “Ruby, these last few months spent with you have been better than I could have imagined. I love you Ruby Thorpe. I’m done hiding our relationship, and when I get back, I want to tell your parents that I’m in love with you. Because now and forever, Ruby, I’ll be yours.”
“Oh Paul, I love you too,” I exclaim, “and I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
Taking my face in his hands, Paul kisses me thoroughly, before pulling away and whispering, “Let’s get out of here.”
