familiarity they shouldn’t have quite had time to master yet.
Her body moved like water rushing over rocks, breaking at the
crescendos in the music, her hips swaying liquidly. Cassia’s
mouth went dry watching her and her body warmed up past
anything the sun was doing to the house. She could feel sweat
dampening her flushed skin under her t-shirt. Her legs felt
wobbly, but Adalynn’s arm slipped around her waist, and she
guided her easily into some kind of waltz-like dance.
Cassia had never had dancing lessons before. Her dad didn’t
think it was overly important to be cultured in such things as
ballroom dancing. She did know how to play the piano, violin,
and clarinet, but dancing? That was a big nope. Cassia thought
she’d be clumsy and inept and embarrassing, but Adalynn
moved so fluidly that it was easy to follow.
“Have you ever had lessons?” Cassia asked, amazed at
Adalynn’s ease with the steps that covered the kitchen, the
way she angled away from things like the table and the
cabinets so adeptly.
“I have,” Adalynn admitted. “Does that make me less
impressive?”
“No!” Cassia giggled. “If anything, I’d say it makes you
more impressive, because you probably learned from the
woman’s position, which is following, and right now you’re
doing all the leading.”
“Don’t be that impressed. I could be doing it all wrong for
all you know. I’ve had a few teachers in the past that would
weep over my ineptitude at either position.”
The music swelled to some big peak. Cassia didn’t have a
proper appreciation for classical music, but she wanted that to
change. She wanted to learn about the things she didn’t know.