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We used to dance to it when we were kids playing grown-up, barefoot on creaky floors, pretending time wasn’t a thing that could steal moments like this from us.
Luna stiffens slightly, like the memory has touched her, too.
It would be so easy to pretend we don’t both remember.
But she’s not a coward. And now, neither am I.
So, she doesn’t move away.
Tilts her chin in a challenge.
And, I do the only thing I can. The only thing I must.
I stand up and hold out my hand.
She hesitates. Breathes in.
And then she places her palm in mine.
We don’t say anything as I pull her gently into me, my other hand resting just above her waist. Her fingers slide up to my shoulder, and we start to move, slow and small, just swaying in the dim light of the kitchen.
Her cheek brushes my chest, and for a second, everything feels like it used to. Before distance. Before mistakes. Before heartbreak and time made everything complicated.
“You still remember how to lead,” she murmurs.
“You still remember how to let me,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
She doesn’t answer. She also doesn’t let go.
I rest my chin gently against her temple and close my eyes. Just for a second. Just long enough to believe this is my reality.
CHAPTER 6
Luna
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Stella demands as we drive to Minton Holdings in her car.
“I’m fine,” I snap, looking out of the window.
“Luna.”
I lick my lips. “I…it’s Dom. We…well…we….”
“You slept with him,” Stella says gleefully. “I knew it.”
I turn to glare at her. “No. We didn’t dothat. We…it’s worse.”
Stella expertly weaves past a BMW whose jittery brake lights flash every few seconds like the driver’s afraid of the gas pedal.
“You gave him a blow job and he didn’t return the favor?” she muses.
I groan out loud and drop my face in my hands. “No, Stella. We danced.”
She snorts. “Well, then, let me call the Tribune.”
“ToLet’s Stay Together.”
She groans in understanding. “Well, shit.”
