The Mafia's Flower (ON HOLD)

Chapter Six

"Wait, is that?" I asked as the music was amped up slightly.

Michael nodded. "Yes, it is."

I gasped. "I love Paul Anka! How did you-"

Before I could finish, he'd stood up and stretched out his hand to me.

"Could I have this dance, my lady?"

My breath hitched in my throat a couple of times before I was able to comprehend what he'd just asked me. Blinking myself back to consciousness, I took his hand without knowing what I was even doing. He smiled once more, a smirk hidden somewhere in there, before letting his other hand find my waist. Did he want to...?

"What?" He asked when he noticed my confused facial expression.

"I can't dance."

"Hmm." He then took my other hand and placed it on his shoulder before returning his to my waist once again. "You could always learn." Our hands were entwined as we started moving slowly to the rhythm of Paul Anka's music.

'Put your lips next to mine dear... won't you kiss me once baby? Just a kiss goodnight...'

I found myself getting lost in the rhythm of the music, and the meaning behind the lyrics that I had no idea when I'd leaned upon Michael and rested my head on his chest. I'd noticed he tensed up almost immediately but I couldn't bring myself to let go. This position, with our bodies slightly pressed against each other, dancing slowly in the moonlight to my favourite artist; this right here was the best thing I could ever wish for and for that moment, all my worries and doubts had faded and it was all because of one man.

"See, you're dancing." That man's voice resonated from within his chest that I could feel the vibration tickle the edge of my cheek.

"I guess so," I said softly.

We kept dancing slowly to the tune before I broke the silence one more. "How did you know I like Paul Anka's music?"

"Let's just say a little blue bird whispered it to me."

"The little blue bird who's name rhymes with Belinda?"

Michael laughed. "It was that obvious, wasn't it?"

"Too plain obvious." He stretched out and spun me around before bringing me back to his chest. "Wait, did she also... you know?"

He looked confused. "What?"

"Recommend here... this."

"Hmm. She did recommend I do something special but if you're wondering if she planned all this then no. It was all my idea, partially though, as the dress and the music and the food was all from her." He confessed and I could feel his hand move a bit lower down my back.

I arched it slightly in reflex before looking up at him. "So she knew about this then."

"Mmhmm. Partially of course." He nodded, still swaying gently with me to the music.

"And she told me nothing, that girl." I mumbled this part to myself but I guess he must've heard it as he chuckled once more.