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“That does sound fun, Gigi. You should do that for my sister. If they ever decide to get married that is.”
“They will.” I laughed. “I think they want to wait for Jaron and Piper to be able to make it.” Our two friends had been through hell when Jaron saved Piper from a monster. Jaron ended up in jail and they had been struggling ever since. None of us knew at the time that Piper was actually pregnant either. We were all hoping and praying that he would get out soon so he could be with his family.
“Makes sense.”
I thought a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Always, Queenie.”
“What are we doing?” I sat upright. “I mean, nothing’s happened since your…since we…” I coughed. “And you’ve been home for a few weeks already. I haven’t even seen you, except for at your welcome home party.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway. I was just wondering.”
“I’m trying to get things in order. Working with my dad has taken up a lot of my time and I also don’t want to take you away from your job.”
“You wouldn’t be,” I pointed out. “So is it my fault that we haven’t done anything since your birthday?”
He chuckled. “Babe, you’re so damn defensive.”
I huffed. “Well I need to know—”
“We are doing whatever you want to do, Gigi.” His voice took on a tone I had never heard before from him. Not directed at me anyway.
“But I don’t know what that is,” I blurted.
“You’ll figure it out and when you do, I’ll be here.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Be cryptic.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Queenie,” he warned.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. “Vince.” I picked up the phone and pushed to my feet before heading to the back where the showers were. “I don’t know what we’re doing.” This was the first time since the night of his eighteenth birthday where we even came close to talking about what happened.
“Are you staying at the studio tonight?” he asked, ignoring my comment.
“I don’t know.” I usually spent the night in my office when I didn’t want to go home. Tonight, was one of those nights but I found that I didn’t want to be alone either.
“Go home, Gigi. I’ll meet you there.” And with that, Vince hung up.
I stopped suddenly, staring at the phone. My stomach tumbled over the fact that Vince was coming over, finally, and that I wouldn’t have to be alone tonight.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted but I had a feeling I was about to find out.
Gigi
“What are you doinghere?” I asked as Vince came up the sidewalk leading to my house.
“You sounded off on the phone. I wanted to make sure that you’re okay.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you also said that you didn’t want to be alone. So, here I am.”
I stared up at him as he closed the distance between us. I took him in. I really took him in. His black hair had grown in some. His eyes were as dark as charcoal, maybe darker. It was almost unnatural how dark they were. But what I had noticed first about him was that smirk that always tilted his lips whenever he looked at me. Being half Japanese and half Italian, his skin had a natural tan to it that most would kill for. He was beautiful.
My stomach fluttered, my heart jumping at the mere intensity rolling off of him.
Vince was my muse. Always had been. Whenever I danced, I danced for him. Even though he didn’t know it, he had always been my inspiration. Thinking of him when I danced kept the noise of my failures at bay. It was dumb really, but Vince kept me sane.
“Staring at my pretty face, Queenie?” he teased, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
A shiver raced down my spine, my stomach fluttering at the soft contact. Even more at the nickname he had given me as a kid. It was short for Dancing Queen. I also remembered the first time another boy tried calling me the nickname. Vince punched him, got suspended, and walked away proud, like he had just won an award. I didn’t know it then, but I definitely knew it now.
Vince was impulsive. Especially when it came to me.
