He twirled me around. The bass of the beat wound down. And as his arm slipped around my lower back, the music slowed down. The song became sensuous. He pulled me close, holding my hand up with his, swaying us softly to the beat.
“I didn’t know you could dance, handsome.”
He grinned. “I’m full of surprises at times.”
I paused. “Michael taught you, didn’t he?”
“First—and last—time I ever dance with a dude.”
My head fell back in laughter as he dropped my hand. He slid his arms around my lower back, holding me close to him. I slipped my hands up his chest. My arms draped around his neck. My head came back up and our eyes connected as the music filled the small spaces between us. Nothing else existed. Just me, him, and the song. Our song.
A song I started softly singing as my eyes danced between his.
“I know you haven’t made your mind up yet. But I would never do you wrong.”
Clint smiled as his cheeks tinted with a blush.
“I knew it from the moment that we met. No doubt in my mind where you belonged.”
He pulled me close and took over the lyrics.
“I could make you happy; make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn’t do.”
Tears rushed my eyes as I changed the lyrics.
“Drop down into a ravine for you.”
And as his nose nuzzled against mine, we sang the last of the song together.
“To make you feel my love.”
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