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Aydalets out a little squeak, reminding us she’s watching. Her gaze jumps back andforth between us, a wide smile on her face.
Justuslaughs. “Thanks for everything, Tiny Dancer. I’ve got it from here.”
“Well,don’t fuck it up,” she says, and leaves us alone in the dressing room.
Justusapproaches me, and I take the roses from him. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“Likeyou.”
“Youclean up pretty well yourself,” I tease, placing the roses on the vanity andlacing my arms around his neck.
“I’mirresistible. Admit it,” he murmurs, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
“Iplead the fifth.”
“You’llbe pleading later.” His eyes delve into mine. “I’m sorry. You were right. Itgoes both ways. I want you with me no matter what we have to deal with. We’lldo it together.” Hugging me tight he says, “I saw what you did to Hannah’sroom. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Iwanted her to be comfortable when she comes home.”
“Ilove you,” he murmurs.
“Ilove you,” I sigh, running my hand through his hair. I swear I can’t keep myhands out of it.
“Willyou still love me when you see I have no idea how to swing dance?”
Laughing,I step back and grab the roses. “Neither do I. We’ll just copy everyone else.”
“Let’sdo it.”
Whenwe make our way inside the club, the party is in full swing. A jazz band playson a stage in the corner while couples dance away on the dance floor in thecenter of the room. Excitement buzzes through me. I’ve always wanted to dothis!
Justuschuckles at my exuberance and leans down to place a soft kiss on the corner ofmy mouth. “You’re so beautiful when you smile.”
Howcan the same guy who can’t go two minutes without cracking a joke or sayingsomething dirty also say such sweet things? This man really keeps me on mytoes, but I love it. “Thanks for bringing me here.”
Hebeams at me. “I need at least one drink before we go out there.”
Twentyminutes later our apprehension is forgotten as we find our rhythm and move withthe rest of the couples.
It’sthe most fun I’ve had in years. Despite our worries, there are plenty of peoplehere who don’t know the dances and are doing their best the same as us. Twohours and countless dances later I’m a sweaty mess, and Justus still looksamazing. His hair is damp and sticking to his face, and it reminds me of how helooks after we fuck. After watching him move his lithe, sexy body in thoseclothes, I can’t wait to tear them off of him.
Justusexcuses himself to go to the restroom, and I take a seat, downing a glass ofice water. A man wearing a dark suit coupled with a fedora approaches me andsmiles. “Hi, is this your first time here?”
“Isit that obvious?” I laugh.
“Notat all. I was just wondering if you’d like to dance. I can show you a fewsteps.”
Ihesitate for a second. There’s nothing wrong with dancing with a guy, right? Imean, Justus can hardly judge considering he dances for women. “Sure, I’d likethat. I’m Sadie.”
“Ronald.”
“Niceto meet you.”
Ifollow him out to the dance floor, and he shows me a simple set of steps. Aftera few tries, I have it down. “See, nothing to it,” he says.
“Icould get good with some practice I think. If I can drag my boyfriend back hereagain.”
“Ihave the same problem with my boyfriend,” Ronald says, tilting his head towardthe bar where an older dark headed man sits nursing a drink.
