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Good-looking was an enormous understatement. Justus caught her breath when she caught sight of him as he walked toward the center of the room. Miguel had on the same style of black pants he had worn to class before. Except today he had paired them with an emerald green shirt she was sure would only enhance the beauty of his green eyes.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed the shirt did wonders for his dark complexion as well. There was no denying, this man was gorgeous. An Adonis. He appeared to be completely perfect, in the physical sense anyway.
Justus wasn’t afraid to admit this to herself anymore. She had learned a long time ago she could get nowhere in life if she was afraid, especially if she were afraid of herself and her feelings. Fear was something Justus despised in herself, but it was something she had started giving in to while she had been with Alex.
“It doesn’t look like we’re going to have a full class this morning, so maybe I will be able to give each of you some one-on-one time,” Miguel said.
Krystal bobbed her eyebrows up and down at Justus and gave her a knowing smile. Justus felt a thrill of excitement followed by something that resembled jealousy. The thought of Tammy and her silicone mountains in Miguel’s face was enough to make Justus feel insecure and angry all at once.
“L et’s warm up a little bit. Wake up our tired bodies, huh?”
Justus noticed Tammy was doing the stretching exercises that Miguel was showing the class, but she was doing them all the same way; with her chest pushed as far out as humanly possible. Justus felt her blood begin to boil. It wasn’t that she was jealous of Tammy, she reasoned, it was that she hated women like Tammy. The type who thought they had to rely solely on their appearance to get a man’s attention.
“We’ll start with the meringue, today. Has anyone done the meringue before?”
Half of the class raised their hands.
“Okay, for those of you who don’t know, the meringue is a very basic dance, you move your hips from side to side and take small steps with your feet. Hold your arms like this, like you have an invisible partner,” he said as he held his left arm in the air, next to his head and his right in front of his waist.
“You’re doing great,” he told the class, “n ow move side to side, taking small steps. Excellent work. Is everyone moving side to side? Okay, good. Now let’s move in a small circle, doing the same, our hips side to side, feet taking small steps. Great. Justus,” he said and extended his hand toward her. “Dance with me.”
When her heart jumped into her throat, Justus forced herself to calm down, it was only a dance. However, her body was excited at the thought of being pressed against him again. It surprised her how comfortable she felt in his arms. She wouldn’t mind if Miguel used her as his dancing model for the rest of the cruise.
“Wonderful, you’ve improved,” he said it loud enough so the whole class could hear. In her ear he said softly, “You aren’t so stiff and nervous either. I’m glad you’ve relaxed.” Miguel spun her around and released her from his grasp and focused his attention on the class once again.
“You two look amazing together. I’m jealous,” Krystal said with a smile when Justus returned.
Justus said nothing, but smiled as Miguel chose another woman to dance with. She was older and appeared flattered and nervous Miguel had chosen her to dance with. He spun the older woman around and then released her, as he had done when he’d danced with Justus.
Miguel then came back to the front of t he room and started showing his pupils the steps to the salsa. Justus felt this was her problem dance, it looked so incredibly easy, but she couldn’t get her feet to cooperate.
“I can’t get the sequence down. Not every time anyway. Half of the time I do it right and half the time wrong.”
“You’re doing great, look at me, I’m the one who can’t figure it
Good-looking was an enormous understatement. Justus caught her breath when she caught sight of him as he walked toward the center of the room. Miguel had on the same style of black pants he had worn to class before. Except today he had paired them with an emerald green shirt she was sure would only enhance the beauty of his green eyes.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed the shirt did wonders for his dark complexion as well. There was no denying, this man was gorgeous. An Adonis. He appeared to be completely perfect, in the physical sense anyway.
Justus wasn’t afraid to admit this to herself anymore. She had learned a long time ago she could get nowhere in life if she was afraid, especially if she were afraid of herself and her feelings. Fear was something Justus despised in herself, but it was something she had started giving in to while she had been with Alex.
“It doesn’t look like we’re going to have a full class this morning, so maybe I will be able to give each of you some one-on-one time,” Miguel said.
Krystal bobbed her eyebrows up and down at Justus and gave her a knowing smile. Justus felt a thrill of excitement followed by something that resembled jealousy. The thought of Tammy and her silicone mountains in Miguel’s face was enough to make Justus feel insecure and angry all at once.
“L et’s warm up a little bit. Wake up our tired bodies, huh?”
Justus noticed Tammy was doing the stretching exercises that Miguel was showing the class, but she was doing them all the same way; with her chest pushed as far out as humanly possible. Justus felt her blood begin to boil. It wasn’t that she was jealous of Tammy, she reasoned, it was that she hated women like Tammy. The type who thought they had to rely solely on their appearance to get a man’s attention.
“We’ll start with the meringue, today. Has anyone done the meringue before?”
Half of the class raised their hands.
“Okay, for those of you who don’t know, the meringue is a very basic dance, you move your hips from side to side and take small steps with your feet. Hold your arms like this, like you have an invisible partner,” he said as he held his left arm in the air, next to his head and his right in front of his waist.
“You’re doing great,” he told the class, “n ow move side to side, taking small steps. Excellent work. Is everyone moving side to side? Okay, good. Now let’s move in a small circle, doing the same, our hips side to side, feet taking small steps. Great. Justus,” he said and extended his hand toward her. “Dance with me.”
When her heart jumped into her throat, Justus forced herself to calm down, it was only a dance. However, her body was excited at the thought of being pressed against him again. It surprised her how comfortable she felt in his arms. She wouldn’t mind if Miguel used her as his dancing model for the rest of the cruise.
“Wonderful, you’ve improved,” he said it loud enough so the whole class could hear. In her ear he said softly, “You aren’t so stiff and nervous either. I’m glad you’ve relaxed.” Miguel spun her around and released her from his grasp and focused his attention on the class once again.
“You two look amazing together. I’m jealous,” Krystal said with a smile when Justus returned.
Justus said nothing, but smiled as Miguel chose another woman to dance with. She was older and appeared flattered and nervous Miguel had chosen her to dance with. He spun the older woman around and then released her, as he had done when he’d danced with Justus.
Miguel then came back to the front of t he room and started showing his pupils the steps to the salsa. Justus felt this was her problem dance, it looked so incredibly easy, but she couldn’t get her feet to cooperate.
“I can’t get the sequence down. Not every time anyway. Half of the time I do it right and half the time wrong.”
“You’re doing great, look at me, I’m the one who can’t figure it
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