Scott and I were at the library. Studying. Late at night.
Listening to music on our playlists
“This is my favorite song” he announced suddenly. “Dance with me”
Confused, I glanced around. “Here? No way. I dont dance”
“Of course you can” he jumps on the table and starts to dance.
I try not to laugh, because he looks so ridiculous shaking his body.
He reaches down to pull me up on the table with him. “Come on, dance with me” his eyes are bright with humour.
“I told you I dont dance”
“I see you dance all the time!” he argues.
I make a sound of disbelief. “You do not!”
“I do when you clean.” he moves closer, taking my hand. “just do whatever the music makes you feel”
He sways his body close to mine. “Come on have some fun with me, Rebecca!” he coaxed his head lowers, his mouth inches away from mine.
My heart catches.
He dances away, his bum dropping into a twerk.
I was laughing as he sang along to the song, his body bumping into me. We were being so ridiculous.
The next song on his playlist was slow. “Uh oh, its a slow song” he warns me.
Without warning he hauls me close. “Shh” he whispers. “we have to be quiet”
I chuckle, as he wraps my arms around his neck. “just dont crush my toes” he teases.
Our bodies swaying close, his breath tickling my ear. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” he murmured. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time either.”
Not since Allison. Not since Kira. He wanted to say, I wondered.
“Is that a good thing?” I queried.
“Yes.” he chuckled. “You are exactly what I needed.”
-I woke up with warm fuzzy feelings.
Then I made the mistake of watching this week’s episode before bed.
What the hell was I thinking?!
I am going to have nightmares!
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