(Continued from Take Three)
The others reappear. I’m introduced. We start dancing. Nice Guy and I migrate towards the windows, where it’s less crowded. He tries to speak over the music.
I rest my hand on his shoulder. ‘What did you say?’
He leans in, repeats the sentence. I laugh. His hand is at my waist. We keep dancing, but slower than before: slower, and closer. He teases me. I laugh again, give him a gentle swat. My hand drops to his back. For a moment, we’re cheek to cheek. Our eyes meet, then our lips.
(TO BE CONTINUED)