Page 86 of Take My Name
“Are your brothers here?” I ask once we find somewhere to sit. He told me on the way here Colton was coming out with Bodie.
He checks the time on his phone. “Doubtful. They’re probably still gettin’ ready.”
I sip my drink, letting the fruity combination hit my taste buds and moaning around the straw.
Warren’s gaze catches mine over the rim of his beer bottle as he takes a swig.
Neither of us has brought up our kiss from last night, and I’m not sure if he’s purposely not wanting to talk about it or if he thinks I won’t want to. But I feel like I should say something.
“You wanna go out there?” he asks before I can speak up, pointing toward the middle of the bar.
“You wanna line dance?” I ask, surprised he’d offer.
“Sure or we can wait for a slow song if you prefer.”
Warren was a good dancer even if he acted shy about it, so hell yeah I want to.
I gulp down the rest of my drink and pop the cherry into my mouth. “Let’s go.”
He cackles. “One second.”
Tipping his head back, he empties the rest of his beer. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor just as Alan Jackson’s “Chattahoochee” starts playing.
I burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I haven’t heard this song in ages!”
But the memories of us dancing surface as soon as I hear the lyrics. We begin by tapping our heels two times to the right and then two more times to the left before we stomp both feet forward and slap our boots behind our knees.
I’m a little rusty, so I go in the wrong direction during the serpentines but straighten myself out once we scuff our heels and do a quarter turn to the left.
By the third time, I have it down and manage to add in the clapping without messing up.
“There ya go!” Warren chuckles, not missing a beat.
“Are you sure you haven’t practiced this?”
He smirks. “I may have taken a crash course after work.”
“Thanks for the heads-up!”
“Bodie was teachin’ Ricky, so I stayed to watch for a few minutes.”
I wish I’d thought to look it up beforehand, but I was a bit preoccupied with talking to Hayes and trying to find the right outfit.
“Don’t worry. You’re doing great, darlin’.” His genuine smile makes my heart melt, but it’s thedarlinghe let slip that has everything below my waist throbbing.
Halfway through the song, the dance floor is packed and we’re closer than before. Everyone hoots and claps when thesong ends, half of them leaving when “Tennessee Whiskey” starts playing—an obviously beloved song here.
Warren’s hands find my hips when I face him and the look he gives me can only be described ashunger.
“Dance with me?”
Unable to form words, I nod and let him pull me to his chest. Other couples find their way to the floor, but I can only focus on him and how good it feels to have my arms around him.
My boots give me a few extra inches of height, so when he leans down, his mouth easily brushes my ear.
“I’m strugglin’ to keep my hands off you, baby. You look so beautiful in this dress.”
Is he trying to fucking kill me?
