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She scrunches up her nose as her blonde hair tumbles around her shoulders while we continue to move around the dance floor. “How so?” she asks, out of breath.
“For one, when you said you lived in the Palisades, I wasn’t expecting this,” I motion around to the modest party, “barbecued hot dogs and potato chips,Randy TravisandGrand Funk Railroad.” I shake my head feeling like an asshole for having preconceived notions just because of her zip code.
“Grandpa John likes hot dogs andRandy Travis,” she says seriously, which just makes me laugh more. “Andnowhe’s a fan ofGrand Funk Railroad.” She looks at me with a haughty smile.
I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “Can’t argue with that.”
“It’s really nice to hear you laugh,” she says, and her words roll over my skin like a thoughtful breeze, seeping into my pores and burrowing deep.
“You don’t think I laugh enough?”
“Not like this,” she says.
The song transitions intoWild Horses, slowing down our rhythm. “I love this song,” she sighs. It’s more than just the song that has me feeling and doing things that I shouldn’t, but I hold onto her, my knee between her legs and bend her back. Her long blonde hair sweeps across the floor before I bring her back up.
She laughs and shakes her head at me. “Cash Morgan, where did you learn to dance like that?”
Memories of dark hair and hazel eyes that pierce right down into my soul invade my mind. My arms wrapped around her, dancing in the middle of the record store before the weight of the world came crashing down. I didn’t just lose Mia, I lost something else entirely; the potential of what could have been. I buried this part of me so deep that it took a long time to realize I still had it.
Instead of opening myself up, I simply tell her, “I am a man of many talents.”
The look in her eyes and the feel of her body against mine, as if she was made to fit, makes me feel as if I’m drunk… even though I haven’t had anything to drink.
Whether she knows what she’s doing or not, her hand moves from my shoulder down my chest. Her palm burns a hole right through my shirt - straight to my heart. There are so many reasons to stop her, but my head is foggy under her spell.
I place a hand over hers. “Sasha,” I warn, because I’m afraid if she moves another inch it will cause me to lose all self-control.
She scares the shit out of me, and if I had a taste, I don’t think I would ever be able to stop myself. I’ve worked too hard to erect this wall around me so I don’t feel the kind of loss I’ve suffered in the past. There’s too much about her that will break me.
“I know what you thought the minute I told you where I lived,” she says, ignoring my warning.
“That wasn’t fair of me,” I admit and bring her hand up to my shoulder. This I can tolerate, the closeness of her without feeling as though I’m stepping over a line.
“It wasn’t, but I know the kind of people you’re referring to. The one’s who pay you to find some rare guitar that they want to display in a glass case when they don’t even know the difference between a Fender and a Stratocaster,” she tells me.
“I thought you weren’t musically inclined.” I raise an eyebrow as we move imperceptibly, my hands around her waist, guiding her to the rhythm of the music.
“I work in a record store,” she says sarcastically, “I know stuff.” She rolls her eyes, pursing those fucking pouty lips of hers that are glistening with lip gloss I want to smear with my thumb… or something else.
“Whatisthe difference between a Fender and a Strat?” I challenge.
She chews on her lip stubbornly and I raise an eyebrow, urging her to explain. “You can’t put me on the spot like that.”
I spin her away from me and then pull her back, the force smashing her body into mine and she giggles.
“You don’t know the answer, do you?” I say close to her ear.
She blinks her brown eyes at me. “That’s not the point.”
“I think that’s exactly the point.” My eyes trace the curve of her lips.
“Maybe you can teach me sometime.” There is so much innuendo in her statement I can feel the heat prickle up my neck. I could teach her a lot of things.
“I think you are going to be the death of me,” I say quietly.
“I’d rather be the one to breathe life into you.”
She stares at me as if she can see all the way inside to the tempo of my heart beating a mile a minute. I lean into her, not realizing I moved until it’s too late, my lips too close to hers to be innocent. My fingers grip her waist tighter as her hands begin to snake further around my neck. I can see why I’m attracted to her, and it isn’t because she’s heart-stoppingly beautiful. It’s her smartass mouth, her incredibly generous heart, and her passion that I’m attracted to. That mouth of hers pulls me in and makes me do stupid things.
