“Eye contact,” Ben said. “You heard her.”
I glanced back up to his eyes and I swear they were on fire.
How could I not love when a man looked at me that way?
“Ouch!” Ben winced after I mutilated his foot with mine.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You distracted me.”
I wasn’t supposed to say that either because now he was going to ask me—
“How did I distract you?”
It would’ve been better to just say sorry and leave it at that.
Now, how was I going to respond?
You distracted me by just being you. Your touch. Your kindness. The way you look at me. Every little thing you do, Ben. Kiss me! Take me, I’m yours! I want to be more than friends!
Okay, this was getting out of control, and someone needed to lock me up.
My thoughts needed a deep cleaning.
“Lori? How did I distract you?”
Forward, back, forward, back.
I hesitated. “You distracted me by . . . yelling ouch?”
That had to be the dumbest excuse.
I couldn’t even say it with conviction.
I was such a horrible liar.
“But I only yelled ouch because you stepped on my foot. You said you stepped on my foot because you were distracted. That’s impossible for one to come before the other.”
I patted him on the chest. “Remember when you told me I tend to analyze everything that comes out of your mouth?”
Ben nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well, you’re doing it to me.” I smiled. “Let it go.”
The confused look on his face was so adorable I could’ve kissed him.
After we finished the basic salsa moves, we moved on to the starter moves for the cha cha, which was also very repetitive to start, but also a lot of fun.
And of course, Ben was a natural with that dance as well.
Eliza announced that the class was almost over, but that we had a little time for one more quickie lesson. She had mentioned the possibility of doing a country two-step or the hustle, and I was excited to try either of them.
Too bad she didn’t stick with the plan.
“All right, couples! I want to switch it up and try something completely different, something sosexy.”
That got everyone’s attention, including Grandma Joyce’s. “Now, she’s talking my language!”
I couldn’t believe she was my eighty-year-old grandmother.
