She raises an eyebrow. “Depends on your definition of swinging.”
I dig a finger into her rib cage, making her squirm. “You know what I mean.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I’ve tried it a few times.”
“You wanna give it a go?”
“Only if you do, Cowboy.”
I grin, holding my hand out right as a song comes to an end. Gia grabs on tight as I lead her out to the floor. We get situated right as the next song comes on. It takes a concerted effort to pay attention to the music instead of how good she feels in my arms.
It only takes a few seconds to realize Gia is very good at this. She follows my lead seamlessly as we spin around the floor.
“You were holding back on me, weren’t you?”
Her eyes sparkle with humor. “I was waiting to see if you were any good. Can’t have you getting a bruised ego on ourfirst date.”
I give her a flat look. “Something tells me you don’t have any issues knocking down a man’s ego.”
“You’d be right about that. But see, there’s this super-hot cowboy I’ve been talking to, and I’d rather not hurt his feelings if I don’t have to.”
“Super-hot, huh? It’s the hat, isn’t it?”
“One hundred percent. And the muscles. And the personality.”
My grin widens. “You’re something else. Want to try a throw?”
“A what now?”
I explain the dance move and how to do it. Gia looks at me skeptically until I point out someone who’s been doing stunts with his girl all night.
“Okaayyyy. I’m putting my life into your hands.”
I chuckle. “I swear to protect it like it’s my own.” I walk through the steps one more time before we attempt it.
It goes about as well as you can imagine. Gia chickens out part of the way through, stumbling over the break in rhythm. I end up tripping over my own feet, gripping her tight to my body to keep us from falling.
Once we’re stable, Gia and I are both laughing too hard to speak. She swipes her fingers under her eyes to clean up a bit of her makeup. There’s a smudge left on one side, so I carefully wipe it off. She gazes up at me with a look I can’t quite decipher.
Her blue eyes look even darker in the dim light of the bar. She’s so fucking beautiful. I lean in to kiss her, needing her lips on mine more than I could express.
Gia’s eyes close as I sip at her mouth. She softens into my chest when I palm her cheeks to kiss her harder. God, she’s something else. I could get addicted to the feelings she stirs up in me.
“Hey, get a room, you two.”
I groan at the voice of my best friend. “Fuck off, Gray.”
Gia grins as she looks over her shoulder, where Gray is dancing with Kylie. They stop once they’re standing next to us.
“You must be the famous Gia.” She stiffens at his words, but Gray continues before she can say something. “Holt has told us a lot about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”
“You’re Grayson?”
“The one and only. This is my best friend, Kylie. She’s in town visiting her parents for the weekend.”
“Nice to meet you.” Gia shakes her hand.
“You too!” Kylie responds. She turns to hug me. “How are you, Holt?”
