Page 86 of Love is a Dance Step
“No one is watching you here.”
She lifted her eyes to his, and her dark brows pulled inward as if he was a puzzle she couldn’t figure out. “You are.”
He wanted to kiss her. To lean forward in his seat right there and show her how much he wanted her, how much he’d wanted her since first seeing her dance. “Dance with me,” he repeated. “Please?”
Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed deeply. Wordlessly, she nodded.
Drew stood and extended a hand. The moment she took it, the moment their skin touched, something shifted inside him. It was the same feeling he’d had when he kissed her. Like this girl was meant to rest her hand in his, like she had the power to change everything.
They made their way onto the dance floor. Jo saw them first and smiled. Her dress flared out at the waist, hiding any evidence of her pregnancy behind folds of silk. She danced with a young man Drew didn’t recognize. Good. She needed a night like this.
Nolan twirled Brooke around, and Noah had found himself a new partner in Melanie. Drew didn’t know when she’d arrived, but it always felt good to have her around.
He shifted his focus to the girl in front of him, the one with the wide, innocent eyes. He’d seen so much more in his life than she had. Such was the life of a rock star.
He rested his hand on the small of her back and drew her against him. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
Her hair fell down her back, grazing his hand, as she tilted her face to look up at him. “Drew…”
“Have I told you how much I want to kiss you again?”
She swallowed.
“Have I told you how much I—”
“Drew,” Senator Warner boomed, rushing through the crowd toward them.
Drew sighed and released Lola. Her face told him nothing of how his words affected her, if they did at all. He turned to greet the senator. “Is it time?”
The senator nodded. “You need to get warmed up and ready to go on.”
“I’ll meet you by the stage.”
He bent his head to press a soft kiss to Lola’s cheek. “This isn’t finished.” With that, he left her standing in the middle of the dance floor alone.
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Lola
Drew’s voice melted like butter over the captive audience. A few people continued to dance, but most took their seats, letting the music wash over them.
Lola had never really considered Drew’s voice before. As a fan, she’d been more interested in his dance moves. During his concerts, he picked up the speed of his songs to go along with the dancing. It was more of a party atmosphere. But here, without all the effects and dancers, there was only Drew and a microphone.
He sat on a stool with Noah beside him. An acoustic guitar rested in Noah’s lap as he played stripped-down versions of Drew’s songs. On stage with thousands of screaming fans chanting his name, Drew was a spectacle, something to watch, to enjoy. He captivated his audience.
But now, here, he was something else. He didn’t only steal every eye in the room, he stole their hearts.
He sang in a way Lola had only heard once before—after Leah was hurt. But this was different. This time he was looking at her.
His voice was raw, no frills, and she never wanted him to stop.
And it was magic.
Even Jo sighed as she gazed up at him. “If he wasn’t so Drew, I’d be totally in love with him.”
Nolan chuckled. “If he wasn’t a guy, I would be too.”
Brooke sat with her chin in her hands and stars in her eyes.
