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Authors: S. Jackson Rivera
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it, but I guess I am telling you how I would like it to be done.”
They stared at each other again, his tick doing its thing, but then he put his arm around the small of her back and pulled her to him somewhat forcefully.
She tensed. “And another thing, do you have to always surprise bomb me with your moves? I don’t do physical contact well, especially by surprise. I need a second to prepare myself for it.” He pursed his lips into a frown. He let out a loud breath.
“I’d like to put my arm around you now. Is that okay with you?”
She closed her eyes, but grinned and nodded. He reenacted what he’d just done previously, only in slow motion. She smiled, big and genuinely, blushed a little.
“May I?” His eyebrows flashed up, questioning as he drew closer, and it became clear he intended to kiss her. She didn’t answer, but let him, very carefully, position his mouth gently on hers, chastely. He lingered for a second and then gently caressed her lips with his. She didn’t tense up. Instead, she put her free hand on the back of his neck.
“Mmm. . .” he moaned, and put the arm with the drink in his hand around her shoulders, careful not to spill it on her. She returned the motion with her other hand, wrapping it around his back. As unobtrusively as possible, he ran the tip of his tongue lightly over her lips before pausing. He opened one eye to check on her. Her eyes were already open and she giggled.
“Am I still doing it wrong?” he asked, without removing his lips from hers.
“No, but you seem so uncertain, like I usually am.” She didn’t pull her lips away either.
He smiled and tugged gently on her bottom lip with his teeth. They broke into laughter. “Finish your drink, then come dance with me,” he said. “People are starting to notice us over here. I’d say that’s our cue.”
Her nerves knocked again, knowing the time had come. The show was about to begin. She finished off her drink.
“I should have gone for the Ta-kill-ya. I’m so nervous.”
“Want the rest of mine?” He lifted his glass, offering the one big swallow of bourbon he had left.
She looked at it, looked up at him with an arched brow.
“Oh, yeah. Backwash.” He raised the glass to finish it off, but she reconsidered, snatched it from him, and recoiled as she gulped it down.
“You’re such a lush.” He laughed and sneaked in a quick kiss. He set their cups down on the rail of the gazebo. “Come on.” He took her hand, towed her onto the dance floor where he pulled her into his arms and started dancing a simple slow dance.
“I told Christian I wanted to dance with you the way he did at the dance contest. Nicole happened to be making herself obnoxiously handy, so I used her to help with the lesson. That’s all it was.”
“Oh.” Rhees looked up at him, wondering how she’d read more into it. “I’m sorry.”
“You are my pretend girl, right? I need to know, because, I’m about to pretend to let everyone know.”
“Yes. Let’s do this.” The song ended, and a livelier one came across the speakers, motivating her to move.
“I want to see the backbend again.”
“Backbend?”
“Yeah, the night of the contest, you did the sexiest backbend.”
She groaned. “Gads! That night is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.”
“And I’d kill to see you shimmy those hips again, up close.” He moved his hands down to her hips and swished them for her, back and forth. “I’ve had dreams about it.”
She covered her face with the palms of her hands. “Oh my gosh!”
“Pleeease!” His head dropped back like a small child ready to throw a tantrum, as if he’d die if she refused.
She nervously looked around, trying to make a decision, but her eyes landed on his, the extraordinary blue.
“All right, but support me with your arm. I haven’t done a lot of backbends since college. The last one made me so sore I could barely walk for a week.”
He smiled, and decided not to bring
They stared at each other again, his tick doing its thing, but then he put his arm around the small of her back and pulled her to him somewhat forcefully.
She tensed. “And another thing, do you have to always surprise bomb me with your moves? I don’t do physical contact well, especially by surprise. I need a second to prepare myself for it.” He pursed his lips into a frown. He let out a loud breath.
“I’d like to put my arm around you now. Is that okay with you?”
She closed her eyes, but grinned and nodded. He reenacted what he’d just done previously, only in slow motion. She smiled, big and genuinely, blushed a little.
“May I?” His eyebrows flashed up, questioning as he drew closer, and it became clear he intended to kiss her. She didn’t answer, but let him, very carefully, position his mouth gently on hers, chastely. He lingered for a second and then gently caressed her lips with his. She didn’t tense up. Instead, she put her free hand on the back of his neck.
“Mmm. . .” he moaned, and put the arm with the drink in his hand around her shoulders, careful not to spill it on her. She returned the motion with her other hand, wrapping it around his back. As unobtrusively as possible, he ran the tip of his tongue lightly over her lips before pausing. He opened one eye to check on her. Her eyes were already open and she giggled.
“Am I still doing it wrong?” he asked, without removing his lips from hers.
“No, but you seem so uncertain, like I usually am.” She didn’t pull her lips away either.
He smiled and tugged gently on her bottom lip with his teeth. They broke into laughter. “Finish your drink, then come dance with me,” he said. “People are starting to notice us over here. I’d say that’s our cue.”
Her nerves knocked again, knowing the time had come. The show was about to begin. She finished off her drink.
“I should have gone for the Ta-kill-ya. I’m so nervous.”
“Want the rest of mine?” He lifted his glass, offering the one big swallow of bourbon he had left.
She looked at it, looked up at him with an arched brow.
“Oh, yeah. Backwash.” He raised the glass to finish it off, but she reconsidered, snatched it from him, and recoiled as she gulped it down.
“You’re such a lush.” He laughed and sneaked in a quick kiss. He set their cups down on the rail of the gazebo. “Come on.” He took her hand, towed her onto the dance floor where he pulled her into his arms and started dancing a simple slow dance.
“I told Christian I wanted to dance with you the way he did at the dance contest. Nicole happened to be making herself obnoxiously handy, so I used her to help with the lesson. That’s all it was.”
“Oh.” Rhees looked up at him, wondering how she’d read more into it. “I’m sorry.”
“You are my pretend girl, right? I need to know, because, I’m about to pretend to let everyone know.”
“Yes. Let’s do this.” The song ended, and a livelier one came across the speakers, motivating her to move.
“I want to see the backbend again.”
“Backbend?”
“Yeah, the night of the contest, you did the sexiest backbend.”
She groaned. “Gads! That night is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.”
“And I’d kill to see you shimmy those hips again, up close.” He moved his hands down to her hips and swished them for her, back and forth. “I’ve had dreams about it.”
She covered her face with the palms of her hands. “Oh my gosh!”
“Pleeease!” His head dropped back like a small child ready to throw a tantrum, as if he’d die if she refused.
She nervously looked around, trying to make a decision, but her eyes landed on his, the extraordinary blue.
“All right, but support me with your arm. I haven’t done a lot of backbends since college. The last one made me so sore I could barely walk for a week.”
He smiled, and decided not to bring
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