Five First Dates (Sassy in the City 2)

Now I just had to convince her she was in love with me too.

Because I had a sneaking suspicion she was. It was there, in her eyes, when she smiled at me.

During sex, when she broke beneath me, my name on her lips.

When she handed me her son with complete trust.

We hadn’t encountered Yates Caldwell, her date from hell, and I was glad. I didn’t want to see him and get pissed that he had called her a bitch in a text. He needed his watch to tell him if she got him hot? Fuck off, dude. Such bullshit.

I knew Jana wanted me to punch him in the face, and trust me, I really wanted to, but that was bad form for an engagement party, even one that looked like the inside of a Beatles song circa 1973. The guy was the future groom’s cousin. It wouldn’t be cool to knock his teeth out, though I had every confidence that I could.

All of a sudden, Savannah stopped dancing and pressed her arms to her chest. She quickly departed the dance floor. When she spotted me she rushed straight over.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t look like she’d turned an ankle or anything.

“My milk,” she hissed. “It’s all over my dress.”

I looked down at her chest. Sure enough, there were two large wet spots on the front of her dress. It wasn’t super obvious given that her dress was navy blue, but I could understand why she’d be upset. “Here.” I peeled off my jacket and flung it around her shoulders.

She relaxed a little, dropping her arms so she could tug the jacket closed over her chest. “I hope no one saw anything.”

“I’m sure they didn’t. Come on, let’s go outside for a minute. The breeze will help your dress dry.” I took her hand and drew her towards the balcony. It wrapped around three sides of the building with a very cool view of the river and the skyline. The area closed to the doors had several people out there, some smoking, some just talking away from the loud music.

It was cold, but not unbearable.

“You’re going to freeze without your jacket,” Savannah protested as I pulled her around the side of the building.

“I told you, the cold doesn’t really bother me. We’ll just stay out here for a few minutes.” We could hear the music spilling out the open doors. “I’ll show you my moves like I promised.” I gave her some more hip thrusts to the beat.

She laughed, putting her arms through the sleeves of my suit jacket. “You’re very proud of those moves.”

“Did I tell you I know how to ballroom dance? I know the waltz in particular.” I did a few steps like I had a partner.

“What? When did you learn to ballroom dance?”

“When I was ten. It was part of my mom’s plan for her wedding with Mike. She and I did a choreographed dance, then at the end Mike cut in and shook my hand. Needless to say, everyone loved it. People were crying.” I leaned against the railing to look at her. “I just thought it was cool there was a chocolate fountain. At the end of the night Mike let me stick my face in it.”

“And now you can dance?” Savannah asked, coming over and leaning on the railing next to me. She was facing the river.

“That I can.”

And as luck would have it (though Jana might call it fate), the music turned from a pounding dance song to something slow and sensual. I held my hand out. “Come here, Savannah.”

For a second, I thought she was going to refuse. But then she just took my hand and let me pull her against me.

“I don’t know how to waltz,” she said.

“Just follow me.” I took her hand, and put my hand firmly on the small of her back. Then I spun her around.

“Oh!” she said, spinning on her heels, her hair flying out around her. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Were you expecting this?” I asked, pulling her tight against my body as I just swayed gently with her.

We moved together, easily, and she smiled. “It’s really beautiful out here.”

“You’re really beautiful.” I bent down and kissed her with everything I felt inside of me. All my love and passion for her.

The wind blew around us and the lights of the city reflected off the water and it was perfect. She was perfect.