He’s still seated because he’s drinking. But as soon as the music comes on, everything shifts. Because this is what happens on dates, isn’t it? Dinner, drinks, dancing, and then...
‘OK.’ He plants one foot on the floor. ‘Let’s get the dancin’ out of the way.’
As if this had been a foregone conclusion all the time. As if his throat hasn’t gone a bit dry, despite the amount of beer he’s poured down it.
He takes her hand, and follows her to the middle of the room. Her hand is warm in his. There’s a brief moment when they arrange themselves; he’s wondering if this is the slow dance it should be. But she seems to have no qualms about them sharing space, and he sure as hell doesn’t.
He’s been dreaming about holding her this close for three years. The butterflies inside ramp their action up a bit, but he’s not complaining.
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‘OK.’ He plants one foot on the floor. ‘Let’s get the dancin’ out of the way.’
As if this had been a foregone conclusion all the time. As if his throat hasn’t gone a bit dry, despite the amount of beer he’s poured down it.
He takes her hand, and follows her to the middle of the room. Her hand is warm in his. There’s a brief moment when they arrange themselves; he’s wondering if this is the slow dance it should be. But she seems to have no qualms about them sharing space, and he sure as hell doesn’t.
He’s been dreaming about holding her this close for three years. The butterflies inside ramp their action up a bit, but he’s not complaining.