“What are you doing?” I asked again, my mouth going dry as his hands slipped under my clothing and came to rest on my naked flesh—the soft part, where my hips ended and my stomach began. But he didn’t say a word, and neither did I. This strange place we now found ourselves in seemed to be a wordless place—that is, words didn’t really seem adequate to describe what was going on. We were neither here, nor there. We were neither lovers, nor strangers. We were neither together, nor apart. We could touch, but we couldn’t. We couldn’t fall, but we couldn’t stop ourselves either. I could feel that, now. His hands moved round to my lower back, and he pulled me closer to him. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I looked at him and smiled.
“Becca,” he said.
“Mmm?” I continued to smile at him, and then he sighed. The second he did, he let out a small chuckle.
“Must be contagious.” Then he stared at me, swaying us from side to side, as if we were dancing.
I laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t know,” he said.
“Just so you know, I don’t dance,” I said quickly.
“Neither do I.”
“So, why does it feel like we’re dancing?” I asked, feeling amused.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to decide what to do with you.” He stopped swaying and we looked at each other, both our smiles fading.
“What do you want to do with me?” I asked, swallowing.
His eyes swept over my face. “Now, that is a good question, and it doesn’t have an easy answer, does it?”
I pushed away from him a little. “No, I guess it doesn’t.” And then I perked up a little. “But, if it helps, I didn’t commit any crimes last night.”
He smiled at me. “That does help.”
“Thanks. For dressing me,” I said.
“Pleasure.” He nodded and walked to the door. “We better go.”
