My head bobbed into a nod, and then I started to sway my hips with the bang of the drums. Logan was going full-blown tribal mode with his hips moving from one side to the other or doing the swim move with that infectious grin aiming to get me to loosen up.
I laughed, feeling foolish, but that was lessening with every second he acted like a goof. I needed this. My mind was only focused on right now. Not the past, not work, not my ex or family. I was here, on the beach, and nowhere else. My eyelids fell, and my arms started moving around like a gentle breeze as I listened to the waves crashing with the beat. Sand between my toes and the wind against my fingers. There was nothing in this moment but me. I was free.
I didn’t know how long I just moved to the music. It seemed like the songs had changed, but I was just staying here. Dancing on the beach to drums. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to be back in reality where I wasn’t okay because, as long as my eyes were closed and the music was playing, I was okay.
“Mia.” Logan’s voice was soft, and I swore, he even had a hint of awe in his broken whisper.
My eyes flew open at that.
He was watching me, of course. He was always paying attention to what I was doing. Like he was seeing into my soul through my eyes. But, this time, I didn’t know what he saw. Did he see that lick of freedom I’d tasted? Did he see this as progress? I wasn’t sure if it was or not. Tomorrow, this moment could be over and forgotten.
“What?” I kept moving, unwilling to give up what I was feeling right now, but I was curious as to what he was thinking for a change.
He was moving to the beat himself, but there wasn’t as much acting and flair in his dancing as before. He’d softened, and his gaze was not just on mine but looking all over me, like he was seeing me for the first time.
“Nothing.” He shook his head and went back to dancing for laughs.
Instead of trying to figure him out, like I normally would, I went back to closing my eyes and doing this for me.
