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“Um…yeah? Okay? Sure?” Every word that leaves me comes out as a question as I jerkily reach my hand out towards him, my palms sweaty and heart skipping, doing dizzying cartwheels in my chest cavity.
“Thank you,mi vida.”My life. That’s what he calls me. I figured it out after secretly looking it up when he fell asleep before me after I persuaded him to let us come to the wedding. It was definitely not what I expected. Surprising and confusing, that’s what it was. Because the only time he even remotely acts like I mean something to him is when I’m in danger or right after we’ve fucked like rabbits.
I still don’t understand it.
Nic gently grips my hand, thankfully not mentioning the sweat I’m sure he noticed, before guiding me to an open spot on the dancefloor. Not one person bumps me or steps on me, the terrifying asshole leading me probably being the reason why. Hell, he probably glared at everyone who came close, scaring the living daylights out of innocent partiers.
A slower song starts playing from the speakers as he stops leading me and pulls me to face him. I don’t recognize the acoustics coming out, but I definitely don’t think it’s the kind of song you usually dance to at a wedding. Beautiful, but not dance worthy.
But, I could be wrong, considering I don’t get out much.
Nic’s hand stays in mine as he pulls me closer, his other one moving to settle on the bare skin of my lower back. I swallow thickly as the man in the song finally starts singing, my body tense and awkward as I lift my free hand to rest on Nic’s shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t really know how to dance.” The words tumble from my mouth and a smooth chuckle reaches my ears.Did Nic really just laugh?
“Just follow my movements and let me lead. It’s easier than you think.” A rare flare of amusement flashes in his aura and my brow furrows as confusion continues to swirl within me. I have no idea what’s going on right now.
“Yeah, you say that, but don’t forget that you’re talking to a girl who hasn’t ever danced with a guy before. Unless you count spinning around in the living room with my dad while he tried to avoid me trampling on his feet like a drunk elephant,” I mumble out as we start to awkwardly sway in place. Well, I awkwardly sway, Nic seems to have a far more confident control to his movements than I do.
Nic bellows out a laugh, the force of it louder than the noise and music around us, causing my heart to constrict painfully in my chest. When he laughs…God, I don’t even know. It’s beautiful. It’s heart wrenching. It’s…so damn sexy.
“Well, you seem to be doing just fine to me.” His tone is laced with a facetious teasing that has me coincidentally misstepping and landing on his trusty and totally ostentatious Italian shoes. Yet, he doesn’t skip a beat, he simply tightens his grip around my back and takes control of my movements as if he has absolute control over my body.
As if hecommandsit.
My skin tingles from the contact even as my brain seems to short circuit at the calm and almost…happy aura of Nic as he sways us to the soft tones of the song swirling around us. The lyrics finally seem to penetrate the haze I find myself in and I scrunch my nose as I contemplate them.
“What is this song?”
“Hmm…” I hear the grin in his tone as he refrains from answering me, letting me continue to mull over the words.
“What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.”
“This doesn’t seem to go with the rest of the music choices of the happy couple, Nic.” I probe at him with my gift, but his amusement only seems to grow and smother my view of his thoughts.
What the hell is happening?
“That’s because I chose it,” he states simply, pulling me in closer until I am flush against him. My head barely reaches the top of his chest, so I can do nothing but rest my cheek there and let him move me to his will. “It’s the acoustic version of Stone Sour’s songWicked Game. Pretty coincidental, no? It plays on repeat in my head every time I think of you.”
“No, I don't want to fall in love. With you. With you.” The artist continues singing the words as we sway in silence, my mind now one hundred percent lost. His behavior right now is in direct contrast to how he usually is. Yet, the song seems to perfectly align with what I imagine he feels towards me on a regular basis.
“I’m not stupid, Nic. I know you don’t want to love me. That you think I’m no good for you. Why are you doing this?” Instead of anger, I suddenly feel a tiny bit bereft of what I thought was a rare, good moment between us.
“You misunderstand.”
“I’m blind, not deaf. I can hear the meaning behind the lyrics as surely as I can hear your voice right now.”
He stops our movements suddenly, his amusement dying a rapid death in his aura, serious determination taking over as he leans back and waits for me to focus on him. “Yes, the song might be construed that way to some. To others, maybe it could be taken in a completely different way.”
“And what way do you take it then?”
He starts swaying once more as his mind flows over my question, considering how best to answer me. “To me, it represents a man that is falling for a woman that he knows can destroy him. Because she alone will have the ability–the power–to bring him to his knees. Yet, he can do nothing to stop it. I think it’s about loving someone so deeply and irrevocably, that it can be dangerous.”
“What are you trying to say?” My heart is in my throat, my entire body coiled tightly in anticipation.
“I’m saying…” He stumbles over his words as surely as our feet stumble over each other when the song finally changes to something more upbeat and less…deep. “Izabella, I-”
My body is suddenly lifted from Nic’s arms and spun in a circle.
