Page 69 of The Second Dance
Given a second chance at prom.
I’ve got on the dress and he’s got the tux.
I put my hands on his shoulders, holding myself away at a chaste distance. He puts his hands on my waist and tugs me up alongside him.
I sneak a peek at his face, but his expression is stony.
The last time we were together, I spilled the beans about his mom. I suspect he’s blaming me for that.Hurting him was never the intention, and maybe I could have used more tact, but if he’s lost faith in me, it’s probably for the best. The good moments with Bo are so good, but the lows are unbearable.
The best thing we could do for each other is cut each other loose.
But before we do, I need to clear the air.
I don’t want him going away thinking I was laying blame at his feet.
39.
Bo
Dancing with Andy is damn near painful.
I intended to keep her at arm’s length, but as soon as my hands were on her body, it was so natural to pull her snug against me.
Damn this dress.
Damn these memories.
I’m no stranger to one-night stands.
I’m not opposed to casual sex.
But I am opposed to casually throwing my heart around. I don’t fall in love so easily.
In fact, I’ve only given my heart away twice.
And she keeps handing it right on back.
As soon as the last chord of the song is struck, I peel away from her and weave through the crowd of dancers. It takes a goliath effort to keep a casual stride. To nod and smile at people as I pass.
It’s only when I’m in a darkened back hallway that I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
“Bo?”
Oh, fuck me.
I turn to look at her. The disco ball casts a halo around her body. She looks like an angel.
An avenging, hell-bent angel.
I glance at the tiara sparkling in her hair. “Crown looks good on you.”
She reaches up, touching it like she forgot it was there. “Tell your dad I said thanks.”
Her tone is dry. She knows then.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Is that all you needed to say?”
