Entangled ✔️

Chapter 20

The one in which our hero and heroine had a dance

Adam brought over a pizza and a couple of beers on Monday night. Ahana stuck to soda, claiming she was going back to her sober ways again. Jason and Meisha were out to dinner, so they had the place to themselves.

The idea made Adam very happy, but unfortunately, Ahana had to work for a while. He sat in the bed next to her, booked his airline tickets for the interviews he’d agreed to, and caught up on his e-mail. The article he wrote along with the video documentary he made has been huge success all over world. International media was raving about it . All of this was possible just because of Ahana.

It felt very comfortable to share a normal evening with her. Now that she was no longer a virgin, the pressure was off for both of them.

“Why don’t you drink?”

She shrugged. “I don’t like the taste.”

Adam cocked his eyebrow.
“You were slamming it down the other night,” Adam commented, putting his laptop away.

“I can drink. I just choose not to.”
Adam decided it was better to leave it alone. There was so much about Ahana that was a mystery, and she obviously did not want to talk about it.

They sat on her bed and watched the game. Adam held his arm out, and Ahana leaned her head against his chest. She seemed to fit in that position so perfectly. She regaled him with some statistical information.

Adam knew she was a fan, but he was surprised how well-informed she was. He had gone out with girls who were self-proclaimed sports junkies only to find out they didn’t know a tight end from a Winger.

“Have you ever been to a game?” he asked her.

“No, I never got a chance,” she said, snuggling in his arms.

“We should go.”

“That would be fun. I’ve loved football since I was a kid.”

“Did you watch it with your dad?”

Adam regretted the question as soon as she tensed up in his arms.

“No,” she said quietly as if she was afraid to elaborate. Adam wanted to ask more, but he kept his curiosity in check. A commercial came on showing couples swing dancing in a fifties-type diner. “I wish I could do that.”

He realized she was changing the subject, and he let her. “You don’t know how to dance?”

“Nope, that’s one of the reasons I hate this party on Thursday. They hire a big band, and there’s dancing.”

“And you don’t like it?”

“Oh no, I love the music they play. I just wish I could participate.”

“Well, let’s take care of that,” Adam said, standing up from the bed and reaching for her hand.

“What?”

“Dance with me,” he said, bowing down and extending his hand.

“Now?”

“It’s not exactly something we need to make reservations for. Come on, I’ll teach you.”

“I don’t know about this. We don’t have a lot of room.”

Adam impatiently sighed. “We have enough. Now pick a song.

“Any song?”

“Yes, we’ll do a slow and a fast dance, so you get perspective on both.”