“You said one drink. Maybe one drink and one dance, and then we can go. I know it’s late, and you’re tired.”
Dana stood and said, “Let’s dance.”
She held out her hand for Samara.
“Shouldn’t we throw our trash away?”
“The people who steal the table will do that,” she said, and Samara took her hand.
The dance floor was pretty packed, but Dana knew how to make a gap when she needed and found a spot for them. It was club music, which wasn’t her favorite, but the bass was nice, and she stood there, wondering what Samara would do. It wasn’t exactly hard-hitting rock music they could fast dance to, but it also wasn’t a high school dance with a slow song where Dana would put her hands on Samara’s hips, and Samara’s would go to her shoulders.
When Samara took a step toward her and wrapped her arms around Dana’s neck, pulling her in just like she’d done in their scene, Dana took her lead and put her hands on the small of Samara’s back, waiting for Samara to start swaying. She moved her own hips in time with the music, and Samara’s head went to her shoulder, where it rested. Dana smiled and held on to her tightly as they moved to the beat. Eventually,Samara’s hand moved into Dana’s hair, and she kept it there, running through Dana’s shorter locks that she was still getting used to.
“That feels good,” she said into Samara’s ear.
“Yeah?” Samara asked.
Dana just nodded in response, knowing Samara would be able to feel it, and Samara continued to massage her scalp and play with her hair. Dana rested her lips against Samara’s neck, wishing she could kiss her there how she’d been doing the past two days at work. This was getting confusing because she’d kissed her already – in fact, they’d kissed over a hundred times to get that scene right – and all she wanted to do now was move Samara’s lips to her own and kiss them.
“Can I turn around?” Samara asked.
“Yeah,” she said, not sure what she meant.
Samara turned in her arms, with her back against Dana’s front, and placed her hands back around Dana’s neck. Dana liked this much better because it was the way they’d danced during her audition. She moved her hands to Samara’s stomach and slid them under the shirt, needing to feel her skin.
“Like this?” she asked against Samara’s ear.
Samara nodded, and Dana held on to her, feeling sweat pool between her shoulder blades.
“Are you okay?” she asked, assuming the heat would be getting to Samara, too.
Samara turned back around to face her, looking confused, but she didn’t stop dancing or touching Dana.
“Yeah. Why?”
“It’s getting pretty hot in here,” Dana said.
“I’m okay. Thanks for checking, though,” Samara replied, and her arms went around Dana’s neck again.
Dana took the fedora off Samara’s head and put it on her own instead.
Samara smiled and said, “That looks really good on you. You should wear it.”
“Iam,” she replied, placing her hand on Samara’s back under her shirt.
“It works with your new haircut,” Samara noted as her hand played with the hairs at the base of Dana’s neck.
Dana couldn’t resist anymore. She swallowed hard and leaned forward. When Samara didn’t move or pull away, she hovered her lips just a mere inch away from Samara’s, giving her another moment to react, but when nothing happened, Dana finally connected their lips, and they weren’t dancing anymore. Samara was kissing her back and pulling Dana into her. Dana had her hands on Samara’s back, bringing her in closer, too, and when she slipped her tongue into Samara’s mouth, Samara’s met it. Dana wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, but when Samara pulled away, Dana didn’t like the look on her face.
“What?” she asked.
“Dana, I can’t.”
“Okay. Um… Sorry. We can go. We can talk, or just go to your trailer, or–”
“I need to go,” Samara told her.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Let’s do that.”
