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Good luck with that. You have the whole night to yourself. What else are you going to think about?
Fuck, at this rate he was going to pleasure himself raw.
With a sigh, he started the engine and backed out of the space, turning left out of the parking lot back toward Hartson’s Creek.
He would get through this. He would.
“Everything okay?” Gemma asked, peeping her head around the door to the dance studio.
Cassie looked up. She’d been sorting through music tracks, getting prepared for next week’s lessons. And truth be told, she was also avoiding going home.
Because being alone with her thoughts wasn’t the best place to be right now. Not when they were full of him.
“Hey.” She smiled at Gemma. “Sorry, didn’t notice the time.”
“I was about to head out,” Gemma told her. “I should be able to see the last twenty minutes of Lucy’s softball game.”
“Oh, of course.” She immediately felt bad for holding Gemma up. “You go on ahead, I can lock up.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
Gemma tipped her head to the side. “Is everything okay? You’ve been really quiet today. You didn’t even tell me how last night went.”
And now she felt worse. “I’m sorry.” She offered her a conciliatory smile. “I’ve been all over the place. Can we do dinner next week?”
“Of course, I’d love that.” Gemma grinned. “You sure you’re okay to lock up?”
“I’ll be fine. I won’t be that long behind you.”
“Okay then. Have fun. I’ll see you on Monday.” Gemma blew her a kiss, and Cassie returned it. A minute later, she heard the front door close and she was alone in the studios.
Pulling the music list up again, she slid her finger down until she found it. The song.
The one that would get her out of this funk.
She’d always loved Flashdance. What dancer didn’t? There were never enough movies about dancers making it.
But Jennifer Beals was something else. Cassie had fallen in love with the character she played in the movie. Alex had fought against all odds to be accepted at the Pittsburgh Conservatory of Dance. More odds than Cassie had to face, being the daughter of a dancer.
And she’d succeeded where Cassie had failed.
She pushed that thought right out of her head where it belonged, and pulled up Irene Cara’s song, the music filling the studio as she took a deep breath.
It started slow. A steady, throbbing beat that matched the rhythm of her heart. She felt her muscles react, the memory of learning this dance as a teenager with her friends rushing through her.
They’d loved it so much. At the end of every lesson they’d put this song on and dance until nothing else mattered. Not their arguments with their parents or their grades at school. It was just them and their bodies and the music.
And it was what she needed right now.
She moved slowly at first, her back arching, her leg extending, her body turning in a mixture of ballet and modern dance. And then the beat hit in, and she sped up, spinning and jumping, her breath fast, her heart racing, and damn, it felt so good.
She was only wearing a leotard and tights, her ballet shoes were off and her feet were bare as they hit the wooden floor of the studio before she launched herself again. And yes, she could feel a twinge in her ankle as she landed, but it didn’t matter. The pain felt good.
Everything did.
It was just her, her body, the music, and nothing else.
