"Of course you can," I quietly say, taking his hand delicately.
He places his hand on the small of my back, and holds my hand as I place my other on his shoulder, which I can feel is muscular and hard under his shirt.
His hand is large but gentle to the material of my dress. I can't look away from his sparkling green eyes as they stare into mine.
"I apologise for not having the chance to say how beautiful you look tonight,” he says quietly, and I blush. Blushing is foreign to me, I don't remember a single time I have ever knowingly gone red.
I smile, losing eye contact with him as I look down, finding a gap between our bodies, which exposes the floor.
I feel a cheesy one-liner coming on. "You don't look so bad yourself."
He laughs softly, as not to bring attention to us.
"Thanks for dancing with me." I smile, watching the minimal light bounce off his blonde curls, the main attraction of the room.
"How could I leave you on the sidelines? Besides, I would have been jealous of any other man that took my place."
Tears threaten to moisten my eyes. How could someone be so romantic? And want me?
We move to another area of the dancefloor, closer to the string quartet. I barely have time to remember how Lucille asked me to perform on my viola before I catch our reflection in a long, grand mirror.
My hair's fallen out of its original styling, becoming more loose and wavy.
His hair, the same colour as mine, shimmers beautifully. I see him looking at me, before turning to my line of sight to look at us both dancing.
We smile together. "I would have been jealous of any woman to take mine."
"Well I'm glad I seized the opportunity."
I look back at his face, and we’re both staring into one another’s eyes again. I find my line of sight floating down to his lips, which are smooth and curved, slightly pink. The urge to kiss him is so strong that my heart begins to beat at an uncontrollable rate, and it feels like I can’t hear anything else but my heartbeat and his breathing. The sound of the strings are blurred and I feel weirdly faint in a good way.
We dance, moving past other couples, and Lucille catches my attention, giving me a smirk before turning back to her husband. I roll my eyes, and Tom continues to smile.
“This is strange,” he says.
“What’s strange?” I ask, a tiny part of me scared that he thinks it inappropriate for him to be dancing with me for some reason.
“The lack of sarcasm from you,” he winks. “Oh, it’s not like I miss it...” he jokes.
I laugh. “I suppose it’s my trademark.”
He laughs, the musical notes he creates adding to the sound collage I have in my head.
It seems like minutes that he’s holding me, I don’t notice the change in music or that the string quartet has left until Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean begins to play from the large speakers connected to a DJ set.
He grins, and lets go of me, walking backwards into the centre of the floor, his eyes fixated on mine.
I laugh, though apprehensive on what he’s about to do.
He begins to dance the Running Man, and his moves are so slick I don’t believe it’s actually happening. He carries out a range of movements, his tie moving about with him as he spins and moonwalks and kicks around. It feels like every guest is now on the dancefloor, attempting to join in. I can’t move, mesmerised by his prowling and orgasmic patterns.
He’s having a ball, and allowing everyone else to have one too, though they are shocking in comparison to him.
It’s a new level of insanity – how the hell can one man be so perfect?
He takes Ara’s little hands and dances with her, smooth shapes forming in time to the beat. He’s a natural. I actually feel jealous of her, but I make no move to join him. Instead, I laugh and smile and gawp at his excellence.
When the song changes, he motions with his finger for me to join him. I look down, slightly shaking my head in embarrassment. What if I fuck it up?
Before I know it, people are saying my name to encourage me, and I give in, wanting to dance with him the whole time we’d been apart.
He takes my arms and smirks, and I smirk back, tears beginning to build up in my eyes.
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Taming of the Tom
Hayran KurguA strong-willed, beautiful, but very conservative girl meets Tom at a dinner party. What will entail? And will it be as strong as the both of them?
