a dance?

Five - Renee

Five - Renee

Either he's really groovy today, or I am just head over heels for him. He's so caring and makes sure that my trust doesn't leave the dance floor. I couldn't feel more ecstatic. My legs are working the jam (even if it's just the piano) and my arms don't plan on leaving him anytime soon. My shoulders are relaxed and I have finally processed that this is reality. The way he just knows how to make me blush with the right movements. I want to know what he's thinking.

While we sway, my eyes scroll down from his facial features to his fingers. "No wonder you're an artist." I trail down his slender, thin fingers. The ones that play the acoustic guitar so effortlessly on his cover videos. These ones could probably fit my fist in and I wouldn't mind. The ones that would perfectly wrap my own. He follows my fingers "Look who's being curious." He flashes the smile I fell in love with. The fact he's just an artist, and I am just a fan who he's probably going to forget this in a few days, as there are a lot of people like me- who enjoy his music. That fact makes me not have high expectations.

The solo is over, but we're still grooving. My body leans back on his chest before I spin a few centimeters away. His arms are ready to bring me back in, but a squeaky voice takes the spotlight.

"OH NO!"

Red liquid dripped all over the table fabric, as the glass shattered. Bits of glass fell onto the floor and an entire chunk on the table. The man next to a the woman who dropped it- doesn't look surprised. Some kids who are surrounding them, are trying to hide their giggles, but fail. This makes me burst out, followed by Valerio's nudge on my elbow. To my luck, no one noticed - still fixated onto the wine and the broken glass. "Don't just stand there, help clean up!" One of them yells at the guards.

The guests steal tissues from one another, trying to help clean the mess, but only to find more wine underneath the table. "I think they would need more arms." I whisper into his ear. Valerio faces me and holds my shoulders. "I think it would be best for you to stay here-" He speaks so calmly, but I am not. I couldn't even let him finish the sentence. "It doesn't matter if I am not a guest Valerio! They need help-" It's the first time I said his name out loud and both of us immediately flush. "Say that again," He spoke, his voice not even raising a little bit. "What?" I am dumbfounded.

"Say my name again," He says, making my ears go red, but that isn't the point. But I still go for it. "Valerio, it's glass they're dealing with, it could be really dangerous- especially if they're small, if someone gets even a bit inside their finger- it could hurt. And I can't even bear someone being in pain, because of someone else's intentions." I explain, as soft as I can and he closes his eyes while I speak. Is he exhaling, sighing?

He opens his eyes, and tugs a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Renee, if my family gets to know I brought someone that's not on the guest list, they would-" Again, I don't let him finish. "Really? Is that all- just because I am not on the guest list I can't help?" I repeat the real point. Is he serious? I thought there was something. "It's not like that..." His face drops, I want to believe him, but I can't even look at him. "Oh my god!" another voice gasps.

Someone's got a small piece of glass leaping on their foot. I turn back to him. "Any other excuses?" I say, placing my right hand on my hip. "I can't bear you being in trouble due to my feelings." He confesses. Feelings? What kind of feelings? I stumble on my dress. "Rio," I say, and his face lights up like fairy lights. "You're on fire with nicknames." He makes me smile, holding me closer. He's got me. The effect of a famous singer.

I cup his cheeks, our faces a few inches away from one another. My courage takes the leap. My fingers take a stroll down to the buttons of his suit. I pull him closer. "It was just a few minutes ago you were blushing, and now you're so close." His lips move, barely a whisper- but visible for me to hear. "I could come even closer." I tease, and he nods. He's actually serious. Does this mean something? I didn't actually mean I would come even closer, but my body does otherwise.

The chances of his family seeing this are high, but I don't even bother. "If at all you're worried about my parents, trust me, they're focused on the incident." He can read my mind now. What can't he do? "Of course you have my trust darling," I leave my sentence hanging. I want him to feel the suspense. What's fascinating is my domination showing it's colors out of the blue. I mean it has its perfect timing. "So if I can't help, do me a favor and make sure the person who has a glass stuck in their feet is alright. You're a nice man, I believe in you." He closes his eyes, waiting for something to happen.

The suspense is over, as I push him towards the incident. "That's smooth, " He smirks, his shoulder brushing past me, and that is the last thing I hear for the night.