Page 75 of Love is a Dance Step
How was silence so loud?
Lola turned over in her bed, trying to force her mind to quiet so she could fall asleep. But that was the thing about adrenaline. It didn’t just go away. Energy coursed through her veins.
Brooke’s bed sat empty as it did most nights until she stumbled in late from whatever club or bar she’d visited with her dancer friends. Lola had never felt the absence of another presence more.
Tonight, dreams came true she hadn’t even known she had. She should be out celebrating, not holed up in her room alone.
Yet, those parties held no appeal.
She kicked the blankets off her legs as her eyes sprang open. It was no use. She couldn’t sleep. Glancing at the clock, she sighed when she saw it was past two in the morning. Brooke would be back soon, and Lola wasn’t sure she could handle more scathing looks. Not on the biggest night of her life.
There was only one place she wanted to be, one person she wanted to see. His touch was burned into her skin, and she was tired of pretending it didn’t affect her. Maybe it was just the dancing, or maybe she was still a starstruck fan, but she had to know.
Climbing from the bed, she slipped her feet into her sneakers, not bothering to change out of her princess pajama pants and tank top. Her hair, still damp from the shower, was a frizzy mess on top of her head, so she pulled it back into a bun. Grabbing a room key, she slipped into the hall and shut the door behind her.
In the next hour, this hall would be crowded with people coming in for the night. She’d come to realize each night on tour was the same for them. They performed and partied.
But for Lola, it was all about the dancing. Nothing more.
She walked down the empty hall, peering into the elevator alcove to make sure no one could see her. Her body moved of its own accord, and she couldn’t have stopped her feet if she wanted to.
But here was the thing. Shedidn’twant to.
Not now.
Every cell in her body ached to see him, to know. What did he want with her?
She stopped outside his door and lifted a hand in hesitation. What if he told her to go?
Part of her knew there was no way he’d say those words, but the other part, the one that had spent years wanting someone she couldn’t have… that part screamed at her to turn back, to pretend she didn’t want this.
And still, her knuckles rapped against solid wood, the sound echoing in her mind.
Nothing happened. No answer. No response.
Her shoulders dropped as she realized Drew might have actually gone out with the dancers for once.
She turned away from the door, the adrenaline leaving her in waves.
Until a click sounded behind her, and she froze.
“Lola?” Drew’s sleep-addled voice asked. “What—”
Before he could finish his question, she whirled around, rose up on her toes, and fit her lips to his.
He let out a grunt of surprise and didn’t respond for a long moment, so she started to pull away.
“Where are you going?” he whispered before pulling her against him and kissing her back.
Every bit of adrenaline she’d felt returned. Every touch during their dancing now had meaning, every breath a purpose.
Kissing Drew Stone felt like coming up for air after weeks trapped in a turbulent sea. A strong hand slid up her back, holding her in place, and she wound her arms around his neck, not wanting to break this connection.
Drew walked them backward into his room, and she kicked the door shut with her foot. They broke apart, and she backed up to stare at him, to remind herself this was real. There was no light in the room, only shadows, and she realized he must have been sleeping.
He stalked toward her, and she pressed her back against the door. His hands caged her in as he dipped his head to meet her eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you dance.”
She forced out a breath. “Then, why haven’t you?”
