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Sensing my distress, he strides across the room, and holds up a bottle. “Whiskey?” he offers.
“No, thanks.”
He smirks, pouring the liquor into a glass.
Staring weakly at the bottle, and pushing every erratic thought into the back of my head, I sigh.
“Yeah, actually. Whiskey is fine.”
Sitting beside me, he hands me the glass.
Several minutes pass while we sit in silence, the music playing faintly in the background. When suddenly, a song begins to play. A song I haven’t heard in years.
Tears spring to my eyes, and when I turn to look at Jaxon, he’s already staring. His eyes are intense, hypnotizing. Quickly looking away, I sip my drink, hoping he hasn’t noticed my sudden change.
Although, he has.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“Memories,” I reply, fidgeting with my glass on my lap. “My parents used to play this song all the time. It was played at their wedding.” I briefly hesitate. “And, you have a fireplace.”
“I do.”
“We did, too. They were completely obsessed with that thing. There was always a fire going. Always. And when they died, they left everything in my name, but I just couldn’t be there anymore. I left so fast, and I didn’t think anything through.”
“I’m sorry.” Jaxon cups his hand lightly over mine, and I freeze, before pulling away. “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but, what happened to them?”
Please, no.
This is not the night I plan to become an emotional wreck.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I can’t.”
And with that, he nods.
He appears so understanding, sympathetic. Interested, even. It simply has me at a loss for words.
Jaxon stares at me long and hard, intrigued. It’s almost impossible to look away. Without warning, he takes my glass and sets it onto the table. Standing, he holds out his hand.
“Dance with me?”
“What?” I ask, taken back by his random gesture.
His eyes are guarded, and his face is now masked. Without hesitating any further, I accept. Bringing us to the center of the room, my mind is racing. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t even remember the last time I’ve danced with a man.
Gently placing my hand in his, I place the other over his broad shoulder. Slowly moving along to the rhythm, he holds me closer, his arm snug around my lower back.
Swaying back and forth in a soothing motion, the melody changes. My stomach drops as he dips me backward.
Bringing me back against his chest, I shyly smile. “Well, I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Are you implying that I’m a good dancer?”
“Not bad, Mr. Edwards.”
He crookedly grins.
Jaxon steps back and extends his arm, twirling me around before swiftly pulling my body back to his.
