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The mental gymnastics it took not to come right then and there should have earned him a gold medal.
Blondie's friend retreated. Throwing him a coy wink on her way back.
Some friend.
"Did you see Stephanie?" Blondie asked her.
"Isn't that her by the door?" The friend thrust her chin in that direction. Behind Isaac.
Blondie turned her head peering around his arm then tilted her face up to his. Shifting her eyes, she beckoned him closer.
With his ear next to her lips, she whispered, "follow me."
The warmth of her breath in his ear… If she'd ordered him off a cliff he'd have done it.
No other woman had ever had this effect on him. Except one…
Blondie's different.
She took hold of his hands and slid them down her waist resting them on her hips. When she took a step forward putting about an inch gap between them, Isaac lurched forward to close it.
And immediately regretted it.
Blondie snapped her head around glaring at him with her brows knitted together.
He'd messed up. She'd meant to put a little space between them. So they didn't look weird walking so close together. And what had he done? Made them look weird walking too close together.
Moron.
"Sorry," he mouthed and the stitch in her brow unraveled.
She smiled patting her slender fingers on the back of his hand before taking another step forward.
They found their rhythm and before long they'd glided across the dance floor in perfect sync. No one the wiser to the current state of his shirt. Blondie's pride remaining intact.
"Stephanie?" Blondie said. "You're not leaving already are you?"
Stephanie answered but Isaac's attention had already drifted to Jake standing behind her looking like he'd been hit by a truck.
"She said, no," Jake said and Isaac's heart plummeted.
The poor guy had been rejected. Again. It didn't make any sense. He was good looking. Not a bro but well-toned. And, sure, he might have been a little awkward but that was part of his charm after getting to know him. He just needed one girl willing to spend a little time with him. Then he'd never get a moment's rest.
Blondie wiggled her way around until she faced Isaac. Placing both hands on his chest, she said, with a pleading in her eyes, "I'll berightback."
Isaac slid his hand between them to cover the secret he'd promised to keep.
After letting out a slow breath through pursed lips, Blondie took her friend by the hand and left him alone.
He missed her. Not just the physical bond that had made his jeans two sizes too small but her.
I'm so fucked.
If she didn't want him for more than one night, he'd set himself up for quite a big fall.
Fuck, I'm fucked.
Isaac gathered his shirt in his fist mourning its dryness. How could he feel like this about someone he'd just met? About someone whose name he didn't know?
