Naughty

“Yeah, I know, but she’s also plastered so you don’t need to worry about that. She won’t remember much about tonight.” He took her hand. “So why are you not dancing?”

“No one has asked me to, and I don’t like just walking onto the dance-floor.” She shrugged. “No biggie.”

“Come on.” He pulled her off the chair, and they made their way toward the stairs.

“Wait, this is the VIP section.”

“And I’m a VIP. Come on. I can dance with you away from prying eyes.”

They entered a large floor, and she saw another dance-floor. This time there were only a couple of people on the main floor, and it was to a slow song.

“Come on, let’s dance and enjoy.”

He took her toward the floor, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. This was the first time she’d ever danced with anyone, and she closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, basking in the pleasure.

His body surrounded her, his large arms making her feel small, delicate.

When the song changed, going into another slow one, she truly believed she was in heaven.

“True or false, you’ve never slow danced?”

“True. Have you ever slow danced with a girl?”

“No.”

She looked at him. “Are you lying?”

“No. Slow dancing is intimate. You’re close, and there’s no way to stop the woman from reading too much into that. I’m not about reading too much into that. The women I’ve been with, have all been for just some fun.”

“Are you saying I’m different?”

“Am I different to you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s strange. I know it has only been a

couple of weeks, but I feel I can be myself with you, and that’s nice. It’s refreshing.” She licked her lips, smiling up at him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I wish this could go on.”

“There’s no reason it can’t.”

“Not even with my sister?”

“Summer will always be herself. Do you think she’d care if this was the other way around?”

“No.”

“Tell you what, let’s make a deal.”

“What deal?”

“We both promise to never talk about Summer again. This is just you and me. We both have a past.”

“I like that.”

“Good.”