He shook his head a little. “Maybe I’m saying we’re both screwed.”
“Wonderful. Just ... peachy.” I moved faster this time, darting away from him and managing to get past a couple of people to stand alongside the dance floor. Ava and Liam were wrapped in each other’s arms as they swayed. There was a chorus of “awwwws” and a bunch of flashes going off as people snapped photos. I watched them, happy for my friends but all of sudden very sorry for myself.
“Dance with me.”
I heard his voice with a thrill of both dread and need. Vincent’s hand closed on my shoulder, and I turned slowly.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I stared at his chest, not willing yet to look him in the eye.
“Why wouldn’t it be? What’s wrong with two friends dancing at a wedding?”
I shook my head. “But we’re not friends, Vincent. It’s like you just said. We don’t know each other very well. We’re just ...” I tried to think of a way to word it. “Two people who slept together. Once.”
“I don’t remember sleeping that night.” He ran his hand down my arm, stopping at my wrist.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to show him what that touch was doing to me. “You know what I mean.”
“So we had sex. It was good. Doesn’t mean we have to be weird around each other, right? Matter of fact, that’s exactly what you said to me, that night.”
“I did.” I remembered every minute of that night in vivid color. I wished I didn’t.
“So dancing together wouldn’t be weird, either. If I hadn’t fucked you that night—”
I finally looked up at him. “Seriously? You fucked me?”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Keep your voice down if you don’t want to make explanations to my parents sitting over there.”
I rolled my eyes. I hated complications, and Vincent DiMartino was turning out to be a very big one.
“Anyway, as I was saying, if I hadn’t—excuse me, if we hadn’t—”
I waved my hand. “Fine, I get what you mean. If that night hadn’t happened.”
“Right. Then us dancing together at my sister’s wedding wouldn’t be weird. Some people might think it’s weird if we don’t dance. Two single young people, reasonable attractive ...”
I raised one eyebrow. “Reasonably attractive? That’s not what you said that night.”
“Ah, you do remember, huh?” The grin widened. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll say what I did that night. The sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever had under me. Is that better?”
It was, and it wasn’t. I turned my head to look away, not wanting him to see anything in my eyes.
“Hey.” He forced me to look up again, two strong fingers under my chin. “There’s a reason I wanted you to be here without a date. Maybe I don’t want to think about it too closely, and maybe you don’t, either, but ignoring what’s between us isn’t going to make it go away. Come on, Amanda. Dance with me. For just one more time, let me put my arms around you. It doesn’t have to be anything more than this. Just one dance.”
Harry Connick, Jr. was crooning, and the lights were low, and the man in front of me was not only incredibly handsome, he was without doubt the best sex I’d ever had. What would it hurt, just one dance?
I let him pull me into his arms, and we moved onto the dance floor. I closed my eyes and hoped I wasn’t making a huge mistake.
