Today’s theme is dancing and I have to admit, I love dancing. Love, love, love it. I will also confess that I make Elaine from Seinfeld look like a member of the New York ballet. It’s pretty safe to say that I have a wicked combination of two left feet and zero rhythm. Does that stop me? Hell no. Oh yeah–you should see me shaking it to Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie. Stand back! No, seriously, stand back. Don’t wanna hurt anyone. 🙂
I chose my excerpt from Sweet Thursday, book four in the Wild Irish series, available at Ellora’s Cave. In this flashback, the heroine is teaching one of the story’s heroes how to dance.
“I’m going to teach you how to dance.” She walked in and immediately started clearing garbage off the coffee table.
“How to dance?” Justin followed her around and started picking up the mess too, used to Lily cleaning up whenever she came over to visit.
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t really know how to dance either and I’m not exactly Madonna, but I watched MTV the last couple of nights and I think I’ve figured a few things out.”
“You watched MTV? For me?” He smiled at the idea of Lily studying the concept of dancing just to help him.
“It’s senior prom, Justin. There’s no way I’m gonna let you go in there doing those stupid lawnmower and sprinklers moves.”
“Just watch me.” She pushed play and a fast song with a super-strong beat started pulsing through the room. Lily began moving to the music and after a few songs and a lot of laughter, Justin felt like he’d actually be able to dance at prom without embarrassing himself.
“Now for the slow songs,” she said.
Justin grinned. “Slow songs are easy. You just wrap your arms around the girl and cop as many feels as you can in three minutes.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess we can skip that part of the lesson then.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not sure we can. I think maybe I should teach you how to defend yourself during a slow dance.”
“I don’t think I have to worry about anybody asking me for a slow dance.”
“I don’t have a date for prom, remember? I wouldn’t be going at all except you and K are making me.”
Justin pointed to the CD player. “Put the song on, Lil.”
She pushed play and Aerosmith came through the speakers. He walked over and smiled when she blushed. “Okay, put your hands around my neck.” She did and he shook his head at how she was touching him and still managing to keep five feet between them. He gripped her waist and pulled her body against his. She gasped at the closeness, but he ignored her and started swaying.
He’d intended to tease her as they danced, pretending to grope her while instructing her on how to fend him off, but the second they’d started dancing, he’d forgotten the joke and instead they’d just moved in time to the song.
It was the only time he’d ever danced with Lily and he was surprised now to realize he could remember the moment so vividly. Steven Tyler’s lyrics had been right. He didn’t want to miss a thing. And apparently, dancing with Lily in his living room, he hadn’t.
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