A rush of power flowed through Luc, transferring to my skin as our bodies surged with the beat, fusing together in all the right, interesting places. His head lowered, forehead pressing against mine. I was on the tips of my sneakers as I slid my arms around his neck. That I was still her, because that was what this had been about. The heavy air shifted around us, and when Luc spun me back to him, I knew this was no longer about proving I could still dance. My back was pressed to his front, and as our bodies moved together, there was a different kind of heat invading me that had nothing to do with embarrassment or self-consciousness and everything to do with the feel of him, the unique scent of him. Sweat dotted my forehead, and when I reached up to free my hair from the pigtails, I didn’t stop dancing. I didn’t know how much time passed, but the song became something else and the air around us became thicker. I felt his chin graze my neck as the beat picked up.

I spun around, and Luc’s hand slid from my hip, across my lower stomach, sending waves of tight shivers throughout my entire body. Moving my shoulders and my hips, I slid my hands down Luc’s flat stomach and then I lifted them above my head, because that’s what I felt like doing.

There was nothing but the music and the beat of the drums, the beat of Luc’s heart. I didn’t let myself think about the past-our past-or the future. I didn’t let myself think that I was in Luc’s apartment, dancing with him in yellow tights and overalls. Luc didn’t speak as I danced with him, and I didn’t open my eyes. “You just need to be you.”ĭrawing in a stuttered breath, I found the beat and started to move against him, and it felt like an eternity for me to lose the stiffness in my legs and my arms and to find the beat of the music, but I did.Īnd the music, the beat of the drum and the rhythm, unlocked something deep inside me-something that tasted like freedom, and that feeling resonated through me, my limbs and my body. “You don’t have to be like you were.” His lips brushed my ear. I knew I could, but I wasn’t even trying.Īnd I had a feeling that Nadia tried everything. He was dancing, and I was just standing there. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his heart thrumming under my palm. His eyes closed, thick lashes sweeping down, and as his body moved fluidly mere inches from mine, my heart rate kicked up. His grin kicked up a notch as he started to sway his body in tune to the beat of drums.

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