Page 48 of Wicked Dance
I nod, looking down the hall as if Gabriella will appear again, although she’s surely gone by now.
He leads me to the back wall and through the door of the storage room. It always feels magical to me to come here, light slanting through the high windows. It lands in fine beams on the mats, equipment, and costumes stored here. A round cap sparkles over the edge of a box, a jaunty feather coming off one side.
“Time for a montage,” Blitz says merrily. He leads me behind a rack and takes on the voice of an announcer. “Right here in this spot, Blitz Craven first kissed the young and lovely Livia, catching her by surprise.” He pulls me close and presses a gentle kiss on my lips.
Then he twirls me out, making me laugh. “And on this wall right here…” He lifts me up, turns in a circle, and sets me down next to a blank spot by the shelves. “The less innocent Livia wrapped her naughty, naughty legs around the wayward dance star.”
He lifts my legs so they encircle his hips.
I speak up next. “And then the clumsy wannabe ballerina knocked over a box of shakers, and the secretive couple was discovered by a fellow instructor.”
Blitz laughs. “I forgot about that.”
He wraps his arms around me and turns, holding me up against him. My hair flies out. “This has been a wonderful place for us, and I promise you.” His face gets earnest, his lips in a serious line. “We will come back here. Together.”
My breath hitches. I want to think our love will not be in question. That we’ll weather everything that is about to happen. But when I am admitting things to myself, I know this is going to be a hard road. It will be everything Blitz said. A social media storm. A barrage of criticism and scrutiny.
“I believe in us,” I tell him. “We’re going to do this.”
He holds me close. “We’re going to rock it.”
I have to believe him.
