Kissing Jenna (Big Sky 2)
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Her eyes widen in horror, but I just smile and pass the mic back to the DJ. He winks at me. You and I comes on, and Michael Buble begins to croon out of the speakers. I pull Jenna to me, holding her in the traditional waltz stance.
“Christian—”
“Just look at me,” I remind her and set off across the floor. “This is our community. All of these people love you, and you can’t do anything to embarrass yourself. All you have to do is follow me, and I won’t steer you wrong.”
Her hand on my shoulder tenses, but she keeps her eyes on mine as I lead her around, and then dip her deeply, kissing her with all my might.
Applause breaks out around us, making me grin against her mouth.
When we straighten, I wave for others to join us, and the dance floor fills up with our guests, twirling around us.
“I’m not a good dancer,” she mumbles into my ear. We’re close together now, swaying to the music in a sea of people.
“You’re the best dancer.” I kiss her temple. “I love our home.”
She smiles brightly. “I love you.”