“Are you going to dance with me or not?”
“Yes, ma’am, I am.” He stood and offered his hand.
She slid hers into his warm grasp. As always, his
touch caused a little shock in her heart. The weight of a
hundred pairs of eyes followed them out onto the floor.
The dirt was packed smooth, and a ring of hay bales
marked the area. Her tummy quivered with a
combination of nerves and anticipation.
He found an open spot, which wasn’t difficult with
the other couples affording them a wide berth, and then
curved his arm around her waist to draw her close. Her
body fit perfectly against him. A shiver tingled through
her. She rested her free hand on his shoulder.
His thigh brushed hers as he rhythmically shuffled
his feet to the music. His gaze captured and held hers.
The rest of the room faded as she stared into the warm,
melted chocolate brown of his eyes.
She didn’t care that people whispered. Snuck
glances. Or outright gaped. All she cared about was
swaying to a soft, slow beat. The quicker thud of her
heart. Strong arms wrapped around her. And the desire
to stay right where she was. Maybe forever.