But he does not. She does head to the dance floor, but it’s with Jack, not David.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Kaelyn says. “They’ve all been so worried about Jack.”
With good reason. The poor guy. I’m surprised he’s dancing even now, but Whitney is basically his cousin, so it’s not like there’s any thought of romance there. I get the impression from what everyone in town is saying that Jack is heartbroken and dating and romance are the furthest things from his mind. But I’m glad he’s out and socializing at least.
I almost laugh at that thought and bring my glass to my lips. I’m not one to be judging anyone else’s social life, or lack thereof.
“I’m going to grab Charlie,” Sloan says.
“Yeah, I want to dance too,” Kaelyn adds, obviously eyeing her husband.
They both slide off their stools and head toward David’s table.
I pause with my glass halfway to my mouth.
What just happened?
Now I’m sitting here alone.
As is, I presume, David.
I don’t turn to look.
Did our friends just set us up to dance by process of elimination? Or did they all just really decide they couldn’t sit still a moment longer?
I wait, still not sure what to do. Will David come over here now?
But, nothing.
The song ends, and another starts, and everyone stays on the dance floor.
Still nothing.
I blow out a breath and pick up my phone.
And text him.
I was going to ask you to dance but wasn’t sure if I should.
He answers almost immediately.
You know you shouldn’t.
It’s just dancing.
If it was just dancing, you wouldn’t wonder if you should.
For some reason, that makes my stomach flip.
Whitney and Jack and Sloan and Charlie are just dancing.
But that’s different than if you and I danced, right?
Well…yes. Whitney and Jack are not going to date. Sloan and Charlie are definitely just friends.
Now my stomach flips twice.
I want to look over my shoulder at him, but there’s something strangely thrilling about texting him, knowing he’s probably looking at me, but not being able to see him.
