Aurora is... different.
"See, there's your proof." A radiant smile slowly spreads across her face. "I just surprised you." She raises her eyebrows expectantly. "And the day after tomorrow, I'll dance a mambo for you that will make your blood boil."
And it will. I know it, for I can already feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest. I even catch myself gasping for breath.
For you.She saidfor you.
Inevitably, I imagine her gliding onto her toes, lifting her arms to assume the dance position. I see the enthusiasm in her gaze, admiring the grace of her movements.
And there I am. Approaching her, placing my hand on her back. Gazing deeply into her eyes as the music starts. Our hips move together in perfect rhythm, pressing against each other like two parts of something that always belonged together.
"Exactly like that." Aurora's voice interrupts my thoughts abruptly. "Exactly like that," she repeats with a knowing expression.
I should say something in response, I think. But my mind is blank. All I see is the image of the two of us dancing the mambo.
As if she can sense exactly what's going on in my head, she winks at me. "See you on the dance floor, Maxime Rousseau." With a twirl, she dances away across the bridge.
I watch her until she disappears among the wildly growing trees of the park.
Yes. We will see each other again. And though I don't understand why, I can hardly wait.
