Page 162 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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familiarity they shouldn’t have quite had time to master yet.

Her body moved like water rushing over rocks, breaking at the

crescendos in the music, her hips swaying liquidly. Cassia’s

mouth went dry watching her and her body warmed up past

anything the sun was doing to the house. She could feel sweat

dampening her flushed skin under her t-shirt. Her legs felt

wobbly, but Adalynn’s arm slipped around her waist, and she

guided her easily into some kind of waltz-like dance.

Cassia had never had dancing lessons before. Her dad didn’t

think it was overly important to be cultured in such things as

ballroom dancing. She did know how to play the piano, violin,

and clarinet, but dancing? That was a big nope. Cassia thought

she’d be clumsy and inept and embarrassing, but Adalynn

moved so fluidly that it was easy to follow.

“Have you ever had lessons?” Cassia asked, amazed at

Adalynn’s ease with the steps that covered the kitchen, the

way she angled away from things like the table and the

cabinets so adeptly.

“I have,” Adalynn admitted. “Does that make me less

impressive?”

“No!” Cassia giggled. “If anything, I’d say it makes you

more impressive, because you probably learned from the

woman’s position, which is following, and right now you’re

doing all the leading.”

“Don’t be that impressed. I could be doing it all wrong for

all you know. I’ve had a few teachers in the past that would

weep over my ineptitude at either position.”

The music swelled to some big peak. Cassia didn’t have a

proper appreciation for classical music, but she wanted that to

change. She wanted to learn about the things she didn’t know.

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