my hand on his shoulder and we bow our arms, putting ourselves into proper dancing posture.
Landon starts counting and we start to move. He stops counting after a few sets as we both realize that we’re moving together perfectly, both hearing the music in our heads. A few more passes like this, and with our eyes locked on each other’s, Landon lets go of my hand and puts his arm around my waist. I move my arm to his waist and we spin, Landon still holding onto my eyes with his.
I’ve danced this dance a hundred times with Marco and other
experienced dancers at the studio and it never felt this way. I’ve heard professional dancers say that dancing with a partner should be almost as emotional as having sex. You have to connect with your dance partner so that the emotions and message of the dance come across to your audience. If this isn’t a connection, I don’t know what is.
This connection seems apparent to the onlookers around us on the pier because as we stop and I don’t remove my eyes from Landon’s, whistles and clapping erupt. I’m trying to catch my breath when Landon’s mouth is suddenly on mine. I part my lips to receive his kiss, but hold back, unsure of myself. I feel our bodies move in line with each other, his arms wrapping around me.
“I don’t usually do that on a first date,” he says, now catching his breath.
“Tango?” I smile.
“I definitely don’t Tango on a first date. Then again, I’ve never had such a worthy partner.” Landon’s face is still so close to mine. I can feel his breath against my mouth and all I want to do is kiss him again.
“Well, you did refer to our meeting yesterday morning as the best coffee and croissant date you’d ever had. So, technically, this would be our second date,” I reply softly.
“Well played, Jenna, well played.” Landon kisses me again and this time I don’t hold back. I part my lips again, letting us explore each other in a kiss that’s a show in and of itself for the onlookers. He grabs the back of my head and a fistful of my hair with it and a noise escapes from the back of my throat. I have never, ever, been kissed like this.
More clapping and whistling brings us back to reality and we both
chuckle with just a bit of embarrassment.
“I really hadn’t planned on that, Jenna. I just want you to know that…considering our earlier conversation. It was a bonus, though,” he says. I think he’s sincere. I look into his eyes and think he’s just one of those passionate guys, and when he wants something, he dives right in.
“I believe you. It’s been a while since…well…it was nice,” I tell him.
We pack up our leftovers and walk back down the pier to the circle where there are a dozen cabs waiting. Landon suggests we take a cab back to my place since he’s thinking neither of us is up for walking 21 blocks back. I agree and scoot into the cab first.
“This night was way more than I expected, Jenna. I hope you had just as great a time as I did.” Landon takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine and a shiver runs across my body.
This is insane. How could I possibly have this kind of reaction to someone I just met? This has never happened before. I’m giddy and excited and totally acting like a 16-year old girl on the inside.
“I did. I had a really great time, Landon. Thank you,” I tell him honestly. I like being open to more than just a date or two. I like the hopeful feeling that comes with being willing to look at the potential in a relationship. Regardless of what happens with Landon, it feels good to be here in this emotional place.
“I want to see you again, as soon as possible,” he says sitting up as if this is an epiphany.
I smile at his enthusiasm. “I’d like to see you again, too.”
“Tomorrow,” he declares. “Are you working tomorrow night?” He looks at me with anticipation of my answer and I feel myself fill with as much anticipation for when I’ll get to see him again,
Landon starts counting and we start to move. He stops counting after a few sets as we both realize that we’re moving together perfectly, both hearing the music in our heads. A few more passes like this, and with our eyes locked on each other’s, Landon lets go of my hand and puts his arm around my waist. I move my arm to his waist and we spin, Landon still holding onto my eyes with his.
I’ve danced this dance a hundred times with Marco and other
experienced dancers at the studio and it never felt this way. I’ve heard professional dancers say that dancing with a partner should be almost as emotional as having sex. You have to connect with your dance partner so that the emotions and message of the dance come across to your audience. If this isn’t a connection, I don’t know what is.
This connection seems apparent to the onlookers around us on the pier because as we stop and I don’t remove my eyes from Landon’s, whistles and clapping erupt. I’m trying to catch my breath when Landon’s mouth is suddenly on mine. I part my lips to receive his kiss, but hold back, unsure of myself. I feel our bodies move in line with each other, his arms wrapping around me.
“I don’t usually do that on a first date,” he says, now catching his breath.
“Tango?” I smile.
“I definitely don’t Tango on a first date. Then again, I’ve never had such a worthy partner.” Landon’s face is still so close to mine. I can feel his breath against my mouth and all I want to do is kiss him again.
“Well, you did refer to our meeting yesterday morning as the best coffee and croissant date you’d ever had. So, technically, this would be our second date,” I reply softly.
“Well played, Jenna, well played.” Landon kisses me again and this time I don’t hold back. I part my lips again, letting us explore each other in a kiss that’s a show in and of itself for the onlookers. He grabs the back of my head and a fistful of my hair with it and a noise escapes from the back of my throat. I have never, ever, been kissed like this.
More clapping and whistling brings us back to reality and we both
chuckle with just a bit of embarrassment.
“I really hadn’t planned on that, Jenna. I just want you to know that…considering our earlier conversation. It was a bonus, though,” he says. I think he’s sincere. I look into his eyes and think he’s just one of those passionate guys, and when he wants something, he dives right in.
“I believe you. It’s been a while since…well…it was nice,” I tell him.
We pack up our leftovers and walk back down the pier to the circle where there are a dozen cabs waiting. Landon suggests we take a cab back to my place since he’s thinking neither of us is up for walking 21 blocks back. I agree and scoot into the cab first.
“This night was way more than I expected, Jenna. I hope you had just as great a time as I did.” Landon takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine and a shiver runs across my body.
This is insane. How could I possibly have this kind of reaction to someone I just met? This has never happened before. I’m giddy and excited and totally acting like a 16-year old girl on the inside.
“I did. I had a really great time, Landon. Thank you,” I tell him honestly. I like being open to more than just a date or two. I like the hopeful feeling that comes with being willing to look at the potential in a relationship. Regardless of what happens with Landon, it feels good to be here in this emotional place.
“I want to see you again, as soon as possible,” he says sitting up as if this is an epiphany.
I smile at his enthusiasm. “I’d like to see you again, too.”
“Tomorrow,” he declares. “Are you working tomorrow night?” He looks at me with anticipation of my answer and I feel myself fill with as much anticipation for when I’ll get to see him again,
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