She stands in front of me. “We don’t need to do this if you don’t want to,” she says.
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Willow
Noah looks at me, seemingly lost.
Did he not hear Ms. Angela call us all to the dance floor or notice everyone leaving the table just now? I point my thumb behind my back to the wedding party dancing around Kiara and Colton.
His gaze moves beyond me, he adjusts his glasses, then he blushes slightly—so cute—and stands up.
“Um, no, this is actually… this is perfect.”
Perfect?What does he mean? This man is a puzzle.
Good thing I’m over him.
O.V.E.R.
His hand grazes my lower back, bared thanks to this awesome dress. I’m already all gooey inside, when he takes me in a firm grip and sways us to some old-style tune.
Not complaining, though. Especially not now that Noah’s hand is splayed confidently on my naked back, pulling me towithin an inch of him while he places our joined hands over his heart.
Over him or not, I’m keeping this memory for my little spank bank. This is a nice change from guys who just wobble from foot to foot or worse, hold onto their beer while dancing because they don’t know what to do with their hands.
I’ll add that to the list of excellent reasons to have a crush on Noah.
Had.
Hada crush.
I don’t anymore.
My gaze catches on Mom frowning at me, and I frown back. I know what she’s thinking, and we start a silent argument yards from each other.
“Everything okay?” Noah asks, prompting me to look at him.
He caught me pulling a face, so I need to improvise, although as I look at him something deeply nostalgic stirs inside me. “My shoes are killing me.”
Stopping us, he lets go of my back but keeps my hand in his. “Kick’em off.”
“What?”
He shrugs and points downward. “Take your shoes off.”
I toe them off while he watches, then he picks them up and sets them neatly to the side. “Better?” He smiles, dimples forming on his cheeks. I can’t remember the last time I saw him smile, andgoddoes it suit him.
“Much better.”
“That was easy,” he says as he turns me in a freaking underarm pass.
Total swoon.
My dress does a pretty little swirl, and he turns me again, making me just the right amount of dizzy and giddy. And what happens?
The stupid tag pops out.
Of course it does!
