Page 161 of The Romcom Writer


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Yep.

There was no point in denying it. I loved Ben.

Not just a little bit. But a worrying amount.

So much that it hurt.

I pulled out my phone. Maybe if I took some photos, it’d distract me.

But just as I was about to point my camera at the crowd, a gorgeous scent surrounded me.

‘Would you do me the honour of joining me on the dance floor whilst I embarrass myself with my feeble attempt to do the electric slide?’ Ben’s voice sounded in front of me.

I looked up and smiled. When he smiled back, butterflies flooded my stomach and goosebumps erupted across my skin.

‘We both know you won’t be embarrassing yourself!’ I laughed. ‘You’re an electric slide supremo.’

‘That’s high praise. Not sure I can live up to that, but I’ll give it a try. Care to join me?’ He held out his hand and I took it.

‘Okay.’

We joined Jess, Theo, Jane, Jackson, Tom and a load of other guests as we attempted to all do the dance in time and I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

As my eyes met Ben’s, I smiled.

I knew I’d never get over him leaving tomorrow, but at least I’d always have these memories.

And no one could ever take those away from me.

70

BEN

Sarah and I danced together for the rest of the evening.

Initially I’d questioned whether that was a good idea, because it’d make saying goodbye harder. But I wanted to enjoy these last moments with her.

And the truth was, I didn’t really have a choice, because if Sarah was nearby, I wouldn’t be able to stay away.

I loved her too much for that.

Yes, I loved her.

That was clear. If I was honest, deep down, I’d probably known that for a while. Things with her were always different. She was special.

Which was another reason why I had to let her go.

Sarah didn’t realise it yet, but she was too good for me.

She had talent. She had dreams. She was going to go so far in life and I’d only hold her back.

It didn’t matter if she told me that I wasamazingorhot. Once she became an even bigger success, she’d soon realise that there were men who were more amazing or hotter than me. My ex would happily attest to that.

The DJ announced that the next song would be the last and my stomach tensed. The last song meant it’d be time to say goodbye.

Forever.

‘So.’ I looked down at her and stroked her cheek. ‘Looks like the night is over.’