The Dance

Just then the band started playing a slow song and as they did, they announced it was “ladies choice”.  Anita panicked.  Although she felt comfortable fast dancing, no one had ever showed her to slow dance.  Up until now she wasn’t allowed to go to school dances.  She would have given anything to ask Vaughn, but wasn’t about to make a fool of herself.  Anita stared straight ahead, afraid to make eye contact with Vaughn.  She didn’t move or say a word.

Vaughn leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I guess you don’t like to dance.”

A chill ran down her spine as his breath reached her ear.  “I love to dance.”  Anita winced as the words came out and still couldn’t bring herself to look up at him.

Before she could explain, Vaughn’s arm dropped from her shoulders, “Oh, I see.”  He said sounding hurt.

Anita took a deep breath and looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes.  She was drowning.  “Loving to dance and knowing how are two very different things.”  She quietly said as she felt the blush reach her cheeks.  She dropped her eyes, embarrassed.

Vaughn took his finger and slowly lifted Anita’s chin so her eyes met his.  “Oh, I see.”  Vaughn said again, this time he was smiling.