You know why.
She didn’t struggle. She did push back against that thought, though.
She professionally pushed back at these thoughts.
The song changed, and the way Logan held her shifted subtly, and the way he danced…
It was different.
“Where did you learn to… I didn’t…” She stopped talking when she met his eyes, which might as well have been two chips of ice.
So cold, when his body was so…hot.
“You really want to talk about where I learned to dance?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“That guy could be an axe murderer,” he said, his voice hard.
“I don’t think he was.”
“So confident?”
“You don’t get a lot of Jonathans in khakis committing serial murders.” She laughed. “Jonathans in khakis who are also real estate agents.”
Suddenly his stern face shifted and he laughed, but just a little. “A real estate agent. Wow, Sam.”
“We were just dancing,” she said.
“Nobody dances at places like this just to dance.”
The air between them seemed to contract, and she looked away. “I do. I did. I never got to do that. I never…”
She was unbearably aware of his hand holding hers. It was rough. Much rougher than she’d imagined—not that she’d imagined how his hands were. His hold around her waist was tight, and suddenly dancing seemed like an absurd thing people did.
With strangers. With friends.
Why did they do it?
She would never hold his hand walking down the street. Would never let him wrap his arm around her. But put them chest to chest and set it to music and it was supposed to be just fine?
“I’ve never done this,” she finished, the words a whisper. “We never went out dancing.”
“What a fucking idiot.”
She looked up at him. “It’s not Will’s fault. It’s like, we were never into that kind of thing. You know, when we were kids and in youth group and stuff, that was all associated withpartying. We went to the school dances, but after that…no. Then when we were older, we had kids anyway.”
“Did you ever ask him to take you?”
She shook her head. “I was fine without it. I only did it tonight because he asked me, and I wondered why I never did it.” She looked up at him. “There are so many things that I just never did, so it never occurred to me that I could start if I felt like it.”
She wanted to look away from him. But she couldn’t. His eyes were glittering blue in the dim lighting, and she was forced to take in the differences between him and the man she’d been dancing with before.
He was taller. Broader. Harder.
It was like being held against a mountain with fire at its core.
A volcano.
