I laughed and played it off. “No!”Maybe.
Eliza and Ben finally finished dancing, and he returned to my side.
She clapped twice and started another song for the rest of us to dance.
Oh, dear.
The way we moved together, in harmony, was doing something to me.
Call me crazy, but I felt sexy in Ben’s arms, like we were meant to dance this dance.
Slow-quick-quick. Slow-quick-quick.
I felt alive.
I felt heat on my cheeks.
I felt something under my foot.
“Ouch!” Ben said, wincing.
“Sorry!”
I normally wasn’t such a horrible dancer, but he did that to me.
He distracted me.
Just keep your eye on the ball. You’ll be fine.
If only it were that easy.
My thoughts were scrambled, kind of like the dance moves.
Slow-quick-quick. Slow-quick-quick.
Now, I knew why they called it the dance of love.
It was slow, deliberate, and we were much closer than we were when we danced salsa and the cha cha. Ben held me and moved me with confidence, like I was his, like he wanted me.
It is for couples who want to add some serious fire to their love lives!
She was right.
I was burning up.
Slow-quick-quick. Slow-quick-quick.
Someone needed to remind me why I only wanted to be friends with this man, because I didn’t have a clue.
He leaned in and dipped me. “You’re driving me crazy, lovely Lori. You’re wearing that perfume again.”
I nodded. “Yes.” I could barely get the words out.
“I told you the effect it had on me. Why would you continue to wear it if you only wanted to be friends?”
That was a good question.
I didn’t have an answer at the moment.
