Page 68 of Love is a Dance Step
When will you see
Your maybe never is my today
Because, baby, I want you
Baby, I need you to let me in
I lay all my cards out
Hoping you’ll let me win
That connection Nolan claimed she was incapable of? He was wrong. Every word drew her in, and she pictured herself back home in the studio with Drew where they’d danced for the first time together.
Dancing with Nolan was frustrating.
Dancing with Noah had been fun.
But dancing with Drew, feeling his hands holding her up, that was something else entirely.
Her legs burned with exhaustion, but she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop.
Drew’s hand slid down her back, lowering her into a dip before spinning her away from him. All the while, he didn’t stop singing.
She twisted on one leg, stomping her other foot down while reaching for Drew. Her hand found his shoulder and curved up over his neck while both of his gripped her hips, sending out flares of energy. She didn’t shy away from him. His touch didn’t make her uncomfortable. His gaze didn’t send her eyes looking for another focal point.
Instead, it brought her to life.
The song wound to a close, and their eyes connected.
Drew’s voice softened until he was practically whispering the words, “Baby, I want you.”
Their lips were so close, one move and she could close the gap between them, taking everything she knew they both wanted. His eyes never left hers as the song ended, leaving them with only the sound of their shared breaths.
Neither of them moved, neither wanted to break the moment, a moment so perfect Lola knew it would eventually shatter into a million pieces.
He traced his fingers up her arm so softly she wondered if she imagined it. His thumb skimmed across her collar bone to the hollow of her throat.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispered, tapping his thumb in time with the drumming of her pulse.
The breath clogged in her lungs, crying to be released as her entire body tilted toward him, wanting to be closer but also wanting, needing to run from his touch.
This job was about the dancing, but Drew was impossible to resist. If she let herself, she could drown in everything he was.
And be happy about it.
Drew closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath as if trying to get control of himself. When he opened them, his hand dropped, and the man she’d seen before her faded away leaving Drew Stone the rock star in his stead. He released her and stepped back, clearing his throat. “I think you have the connection down.” Without another word, he turned on his heel, scooped up his shoes and fled from the room, leaving behind a startled Lola.
Her legs threatened to give way beneath her, and she reached for the back of a chair to keep herself upright. What was that?
Had she just ruined everything?
* * *
Lola showed up late to leave for Washington D.C. the next day, but she wasn’t the only one.
As she climbed onto the bus with the other dancers, Brooke grumbled behind her. “Stupid rock star thinks he can hold everyone up.”
Lola plunked herself down next to Nolan with a groan. “Why were we up so late last night?” After returning from her dance with Drew, Lola watched the rest of the movie with Nolan, Piper, and Noah while gorging on too much food from the vending machines.
