Two posts today.
I looked back at the band. Let the music fill every cut and scrap on my spirit. “I just want to listen.”
Beckett watched me over the salt and pepper shakers. “Then let’s dance.”
“No, thank you.”
“He held out his hand. “If you want the full effect, you can’t very well do it from your seat.”
Before I could argue, he pulled me to my feet and out into the crowd. I thought there couldn’t possibly be room for one more person, but Beckett wedged us in and turned his laughing eyes to mine.
“I don’t know how to dance like this,”I said, already feeling the embarrassment creep up my neck.
“You don’t have to know the steps.” He drew me closer, resting his hand at my hip. “Just feel the music.” And with a look of challenge, he put us into motion. Spinning, skipping, clapping, he propelled us around the tiny space. My shoes stomped across the rough-hewn floor, and when I tripped over Beckett’s feet, his firm hold steadied me at once. “I’ve got you.” His face hovered inches from mine. “I won’t let you fall.”