Page 69 of Love Me Again

“Wait. You can Tango?” She questions as I spin her out and tug her back into my arms. I gaze into her eyes and brush my nose over hers, grinning wickedly.

“Yes, I most certainly can, Tango,” I tell her with a smirk and spin her around so her back is pressed against my chest. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear as I speak lowly to her while I trail my fingers under her shirt. “In more ways than one.” I burr, nipping at her ear, and she moans, closing her eyes.

I tighten my grip on her hips and spin her around to face me again, and she gasps. “You’re just every woman's dream, aren't you?” She whispers as I walk her back slowly.

“Am I now?” I drawl, holding her gaze steadily as we move together. Shayla smiles, nodding. “Care to elaborate?” I add, pressing my forehead to hers, smiling cockily.

“Well, you can dance, you can sing and play the guitar,” She states, looking up at me. “You’re incredibly smart and accomplished.”

I smirk, licking my lips. “Keep going...”

“You’re an amazing kisser, every girl's fantasy in bed...” I grin and lower my gaze to her lips as we dance.

Shayla gasps when I spin and dip her down. “That’s all?” I ask, looking into her eyes, and she laughs, her cheeks flushed.

“And you’re just so very humble, not at all arrogant.” I laugh and press a kiss to her lips before I pull her up again.

“Tango is a lot more fun with fewer clothes on,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers before I suck her bottom lip gently. “I would just love to teach you in more depth.”

“Where do I sign up?” Shayla grins, pressing herself up against me. I stroke her jaw with my thumb gently.

“Right here,” I whisper, drawing her mouth to mine for a feverish kiss. Shayla moans, parting her lips for me when I lick along her bottom lip, silently requesting access to deepen the kiss further. We kiss heatedly, moaning into each other's mouths for a good couple of minutes until Aimee and Josh interrupt us.

“Uh, excuse me, where did you two learn to dance like that?” Aimee questions her brows up in her hairline. Shayla laughs and looks up at me.

“That was all, Cole. I only know the basics, but he seems to be a pro.” She states proudly, and I shrug, dismissing the compliment.

“Hardly, I haven't danced like that in years. My mother forced me to take ballroom dancing growing up. I hated it and quit the very first chance I got.” I clarify as we continue to walk through the park.

“That’s a shame because you’re excellent,” Shayla says, glancing up at me, and I wink at her before I draw her close to me and kiss her temple. “This has honestly been such a great date.”

“It really has.” Aimee agrees as she snuggles into Josh.

“Absolutely. Thank you so much for inviting us to tag along on your date. It’s probably been one of the best dates we have been on in a while.” Josh points out, and Aimee nods, smiling.

“Are you kidding? Thank you for agreeing to come along. Next time we can arrange something and invite Jo and Sam along too. I miss hanging out with all of you.” Shayla sighs, and I nod in agreement. An hour later, we finally get back home. As fun as the date was, I was looking forward to some time alone with my girls. We got home just after ten ‘o clock, and having been out in the cold since six—we were freezing.

“Hi kids, how was your date?” Sara asks, looking up from the book she was reading on the sofa.

“It was great.” Shayla sighs, looking over at me with a smile while taking her jacket and scarf off. “Where’s Elaine?” She asks, looking around.

“I’m right here.” My mother chirps, walking back with two glasses of wine in her hand and hands one to Shay’s mother. “So, what did you guys do?” She questions her honey-coloured orbs looking at us both excitedly.

“I took Cole to winter wonderland.” Shayla beams, walking over to the bassinet to look at Alaia, who was fast asleep.

“Oh? How lovely, did you like it, honey?” My mother asks, and I nod, taking my jacket off.

“I really did. It was all very magical; you and Dad should go someday.” I suggest, and my mother shrugs, waving her hand.

“Oh, that’s for young kids like you. We’re too old for places like that now. We’d stick out like a sore thumb.” She chuckles into her wine. Shayla looks at me and smiles, shaking her head. Yeah, I couldn’t see my mother going to winter wonderland either. She’s just not into that type of thing.

“Well, it’s getting late. We should probably head out?” My mother suggests giving Sara a knowing look, who nods and chuckles.

“Oh heavens, it sure is late. Sam would be wondering where I am.” Sara says, getting up from the sofa.

“Oh no, you guys can stay over if you want. It’s late. You shouldn’t drive, especially since you’ve been drinking.” Shayla states and they both wave her off.

“Oh, nonsense. We’ve had two glasses of wine. I’m perfectly fine to drive, and I’ll take Sara home. It’s on my way anyway.” My mother says, kissing me on the cheek before she hugs Shayla.

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