Adore me- the fourth novel

Chapter 119- arabesque

"Red is your colour" Rachel smiles as Jay and myself head out to the others.

"Thanks" I smile back at her. Ross looks at me and I can tell the new bikini has made quite an impression on him too. I dip into the pool joining them.

"Rachel how do you fancy sitting in the jacuzzi" I say.

"That sounds lush" she smiles.

"Let's go" I say excited.

The guys following us, we head through the gardens. There's a few paths but this is my favourite one, it's lined with cherry trees. Twinkling lights guide the way and I stare up past the trees at the stars above us. The sky is a deep midnight blue, the stars glistening down and the soft moonlight shines onto the landscape.

"This place is so magical" Rachel smiles at me.

"It's pretty special" I agree with her.

The blossoms hang low and you can touch them as you walk through. I sweep a trail of pink blossoms out of the way. Eventually once you've walked through the trees there's an opening, it's like walking into a countryside field. The space just opens up and you can see way out into the distance. A stream flows down through the pretty landscape, wildflowers colour the field vibrant reds and yellows.

To the left is the dance studio and I see Jacob eye up the glass window. He is the same as me, he knows it's a place where creativity exists and he wants in. It's the only side to him I truly like.

I smile lightly.

"It's a studio?" he asks still looking.

"It's a studio" I smile at him.

"It's a hot tub" Rachel says disregarding the conversation. We have a rustic style cabin, with an outdoor hot tub. It's large and has twinkling lights. The cabin has three floors including bedrooms with sky lights. All with their own separate balconies looking over the landscape. Jay sets up the hot tub.

I head over to my studio, let myself in and put on the soft ambient lighting. Jacob of course is one step behind me. We don't talk when we're in a studio, and it saves our friendship. It's truly the reason that we still get along.

I set up the music as he's eyeing the mirrored wall and balcony from the first floor. The barre alongside the mirror, and of course himself in the mirror. He is still vain after all, He removes his top and I head over to the wardrobe and grab some ballet shoes and a dance skirt. I slip the skirt on over my bikini and then lace up the shoes.

I glance out of the window and see everybody is settled in the hot tub, you can see into the studio through the glass walls and I just know that they're watching. I've pondered for some time, when can you call yourself a professional ? And I've come to decide that you can when you're a principal dancer of a professional company. We're both pro dancers, although Jacob is more experienced than me.

I warm up and Jacob joins in. It feels great to be dancing, and I hate to say it but to be dancing with somebody is even better. Even if it is Jacob.

He takes charge as he always does and he changes the playlist to the dance companies one after we've warmed up. The tracks come on to our choreography pieces. Jacob is diligent when he dances, completely and utterly precise and always graceful.

The first piece we remember well and we run it a few times. He's extra careful around my waist.

"This is why you should have mentioned it before" he whispers as he lifts me from my centre.