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“Willow?”
“Hmm?”
He rubs the back of his neck again. “Do you want to dance?”
“Oh. Uh…”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he quickly says. “If you’re not comfortable with something, please tell me. Because the only thing that matters to me is if you’re comfortable.”
I keep my eyes on him for a few seconds. “You’re a good guy, Colt. Vanessa better treat you right once you guys get back together.” I release a breath and put on a brave face. “I’m okay with slow dancing.”
He searches my eyes. “Are you sure? Please don’t do it for my sake.”
“What are you talking about? I’m doing it formysake.”
“What?” he whispers.
“The app? I’m sure I’ll get lots of activity when people see us locked in a romantic embrace.”
“Right. The app.” He clears his throat. “That’s the whole point of this. To get people to use your app.”
“And get Vanessa jealous,” I remind him.
“Right,” he mutters. He shakes his head before smiling at me. “Shall we assume the position?”
“We shall.”
We both just stand there. Then he stumbles forward at the same time I do, and his chin knocks into my temple.
“Ouch!” we both yell.
“Again?” I say with a laugh. “I thought we figured out the hug thing.”
“This isn’t a hug, though.”
“You have experience with slow dancing,” I tease him. “What’s your excuse?”
I expect him to tease me back, but he says in a serious tone, “No one is like you, Willow.”
“What?”
He blinks and laughs. “What? Sorry. Nothing.” He clears his throat again. “Let’s try again?”
We step closer to each other. He raises his hands, hesitates a bit, then gently rests them on my waist. It tingles, and I hold back from shivering. With my heart racing, I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck.
There is still too much space between us because we’re both too hesitant to step even closer. So we’re both kind of stretching our arms. When I realize how ridiculous this is, I move closer until there are only a few centimeters between us. When I lift my eyes to Colt’s, I find his gaze pasted on mine. For some reason, I can’t move my eyes from his.
I don’t know how much time passes, but we start swaying to the beat of the slow song. I’ve never been this close to a guy before and it feels…really good.
“I think I get it,” I tell him.
“What?”
“Slow dancing. I never understood what could be so mesmerizing about it. So romantic. But I think I get it now. I mean, if you like the person you’re with, you feel like you’re in your own special world.”
“If you like the person,” he mutters, so slow I barely hear him.
I turn my head and look over the crowd until my eyes land on Vanessa. She’s still dancing with that guy. I focus back on Colt. “It’s working. She looks like she wants to burn my head off with a blowtorch.”
