I clap, and he whistles, and we both smile at each other through our heavy breaths.
“That was fun.” The fact that I know he really means it sends my heart soaring with happiness I didn’t even know was possible.
“Let’s go grab a drink,” I say, and Caleb doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and lead me off the dance floor before “BootScootin’Boogie”takes over.
“Here you go.” He takes two water bottles from the ice bath on the table and hands me one.
I practically drink the entire thing in one big gulp but stop when I hear my name.
“Summer?” I turn around, and Vivian tackles me into a hug. “I thought I saw you out there tearin’ up the dance floor.”
“Oh, it’s not me.” I pause, wondering if I should say Caleb’s name or pretend like he’s Justin. Vivian is the one person who knows about the swap, but for fun, I want to see if she’ll figure it out. “Justin’s the one who’s the big-time dancer.”
Vivian side-eyes him. “Hey, Justin.”
“Hey!” He shakes her hand, not having a clue who she is. “It’s good to see you.”
“Same.” Her smile curls upward as she studies him. Then she leans in, whispering in my ear so Caleb can’t hear. “I thought you said they were identical?”
“They are,” I whisper back.
“Notthatidentical. This version is all sorts of cute.” She winks at me as she pulls back.
The song ends, and everyone claps.
“Next up, we’re going to slow things down with a Christmas classic sung by Donna O’Day.” The DJ sweeps his hand to the side, ushering in Donna.
“Double D! Double D!” Caleb starts to chant, and it takes off like wildfire.
Vivian laughs, giving me another goofy grin.
“Oh, my!” Donna says as she takes the stage and the microphone. “That’s a nickname I haven’t heard before.” She points right at Caleb. “We can thank Justin Davidson for that.”
His smile drops as the chant dissipates, and for the first time, I feel really bad about forcing Caleb to pretend to be someone else, because he’s the type of guy who deserves to stand out as himself.
Just as I’m about to introduce him as himself to Vivian, she pushes us out on the dance floor. “If they’re going to play a slow one, you two better get back out there.”
CALEB
* * *
Donna O’Day holdsthe microphone up to her lips and sings the first lines of “Blue Christmas.” It’s the first slow song they’ve played all night. I’ve put in a solid hour and a half on this dance floor. I’ve earned the right to slow dance with Summer.
I reach my hand out to her. “May I?”
She doesn’t answer. Just slips her fingers in mine. I spin her under my arm, then pull her body close so we’re chest to chest. Her delicious scent washes over me, and I can’t stand not knowing what it is that makes her smell so good.
“I have to know,” I say. “What is that smell?”
“Oh, no!” Her eyes go wide, and she dips her nose down, smelling her armpit. “Do I have BO?”
“No.” I laugh. “You smell amazing. You always smell amazing.”
She straightens. “Oh.”
“But it’s killing me because I can’t figure out what scent you use.”
“It’s probably my bubble gum shampoo.”
