“Like at a club?”
He laughed and caressed the side of my face. “I was thinking more like a piano bar—somewhere with live music.”
“That might be nice.” Depending on the genre and decibel level.
He inspected me with mild amusement. “Have you ever been to a club?”
“No. I’ve never really danced in public. Not unless you count that time I met you at the bar.”
“Ah, yes, but that was a mating call,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows. “A what?”
“A mating call to get my attention. Like birds do.” He wiggled his shoulders in a dramatic swoop.
I laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder. “I didnotdance like that.” Especially not when I was mirroring Kat.
“I think you did. After all, you got my attention.” He clasped my chin and tried to pull me in for a kiss.
I wriggled out of his grasp. “But you kept chatting up that curly-haired woman.”
He sighed fondly and leaned back on the couch, casually spreading his limbs. “She trapped me in a conversation—and you seemed to enjoy hanging out with your sister. Truthfully, I think you wanted me to watch you from afar.”
I rolled my eyes and bent over to set my leftovers on the coffee table. “You misread my dance then. I was saying ‘come and get it.’” I wiggled my booty in front of him for emphasis.
“Oh, you’d better show me those moves again. I don’t wanna misinterpret.” He turned on some music, then smacked my butt.
Scandalized, I held my stinging cheek and gaped at him.
Did he expect me to dance on demand?
His wide grin indicated he did.
Well. I wasn’t going to try to be sexy about it.
“You want the moves?” I rolled my hips as if I was about to give him a lap dance, then quickly spun out of his eager reach to dramatically raise my arms alternately in a move reminiscent of go-go dancers from the 60’s. “I’ve got the moves.”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he teased.
“You might’ve needed to teach me a few things, but dancing is not one of them.” I did a loose interpretation of a lava lamp move mostly with wiggly arms.
His laughter chirped through the room. “You’re barely even moving your lower half. You’re just squatting and stepping.”
“I’m dancing. This is what you wanted to do with me. Now you get a preview for free.”
I slowly flapped my arms like a swan princess, tapping my feet in a dramatic shuffle across the living room.
Amusement curled the side of his mouth. “Where are you going?”
“My moves said, ‘come and get it,’” I reminded him. “Or do you only approach me when I throw underwear at your head?”
He snorted a laugh. “You’re too cute to be without a partner.” He hopped over the couch and joined my dramatic dance and pacing, though his vibe was more peacock mixed with matador. He knew how to roll his hips properly.
“What are we doing?” I giggled, circling closer to him.
“Courting.” He flicked open his cuffs and collar, his eyes alight with the glow of candles and wall sconces.
This felt more like falling deeper in love.
