she was hesitant.
he could tell because her eyes were shifting back and forth taking it all in.
her fingers tighten around his forearm and he felt the tug of her step back.
yeah, this was way out of her comfort zone.
“Cayden, its all good – it’s just dancing”
her eyes turned into slits.
it was that moment he couldn’t contain the laughter.
Her fingers left his arm and she crossed them around her waist.
“you know i hate dancing…” she whispered.
Oh man – this was worth every complaint he was going to get in the next few days. The truth is he wanted to dance with her, to experience something new and exciting – and to be present when she faced a fear.
“I know – but look at this as building trust”
Nothing like throwing that word into a conversation.
He took her sweaty hand and pulled her into the throngs of people.
They were at one of the monthly shag nights; the city threw a huge party on the beach that included shag dancing on the pavilion.
He snaked his hands into hers and began moving slowly side to side.
She was staring at her feet – forehead bunched in concentration – trying to learn the steps.
She is so beautiful he thought.
It had been one month since their first conversation at the coffee house.
Since he had gained the courage to say hello.
He was so glad she took a chance on him.
“and you said shag dancing was easy…lies, all lies” she mumbled.
Laughter left his lips.
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He moved with her to the beat of the music – attempting to show her the rhythm.
Was it hopeless, probably, but he was still having a blast.
“Just let go, have fun, stop thinking too much, enjoy the night”