She licks her lips. “I thought you would never ask.”
She turns toward the floor, grabbing my hand as she goes. When she gets to an empty spot, she turns to face me, placingher hands on my chest. Slowly, she slides them up and around my neck.
I let my hands find her hips, pulling her even closer until there is no space between us.
“You always have loved to dance,” I tell her.
“I love the whole thing. Getting dressed up. Feeling like a princess. Being spun around the floor.”
I should have done more of this. We get invited to these things weekly. I could take her to one every single Saturday night if she wanted.
I make a mental note to start saying yes more. I’ll make sure I ask her before I do so I know she will have no other dates.
It will be just us two.
“Well then, let’s spin you around,” I tell her before pushing her back, grabbing her hand, and spinning her around.
She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. I love seeing her so happy.
I spin her a few times before pulling her into my arms, laughing as she crashes into me.
“I’m so dizzy now,” she says through her laughter.
I smile down at her. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”
She clings to me as she blinks up at me. “I know. You’ve always had me.”
I want to kiss her. In this moment, I want to lean down and take her lips with mine. If we were alone, I would. I would take the risk.
However, as much as I wish we were in our own little bubble, we aren’t. There are hundreds of people around us. I can’t risk her reacting negatively and running away. I don’t want to embarrass her in any way, shape, or form.
So I resist, swaying our body in time to the music.
“You seem different tonight.” Iris slides her hands back up to link behind my neck.
“I’m starting to see life a bit differently lately,” I admit.
“Oh yeah? Why the change?”
I reach up, brushing a piece of hair from her face before I slide my hand from her shoulder back down to her hip. “You.”
She looks surprised by my candid answer.
“I caused your change?”
“You said you felt like you were wasting your life. That you wanted to date and have a family. It made me look at my own life. What do I want from it? I have to admit, I was surprised by the answer,” I tell her.
“What do you want?”
Before I can answer, someone comes over the speaker asking everyone to take their seats for the results of the silent auction and a word from the organizer.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I guess I should go find my seat,” I tell her.
She stares at me, desire clear in her expression.
“I guess so. I’ll see you later?” she asks.
“Of course.”
