Page 5 of Merrick
The moment we are done giving our thanks to the guests, I’m first off the stage and making my way towards Jemma.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask, interrupting her conversation with Bridger.
She looks over at me and smiles. I’ve been fooling myself if I didn’t think that spending this evening with Jemma would cement my love for her in my heart. Bridger pushes back from the table and gives me an encouraging pat on the back as he and his wife leave without a word.
Jemma stands, and I lead us out onto the dance floor. The string quartet isn't playing traditional classical music. Instead, they are playing covers of top-forty music.
"I love this song," Jemma says as I pull her close to me.
“Me too,” I agree, but in all honesty, she could have said, “I love polka," and I would have agreed with her.
We sway to the music, her soft body pressed against my hard one. I don’t even care that she can probably feel my cock stiffening from having her so close to me. I want her to know the effect she has on me, the impact she's always had on me, but I was too shy ever to admit.
I dip my head and run my nose against her hair. She smells like vanilla. I close my eyes and commit this moment to my memory. I never want to forget this moment. If I can only have tonight, I need to remember every single detail.
