Page 50 of The Life Daisy Devlin Designed
He smiled, but said nothing.
He’d changed, she thought. He’d got cooler, less geeky. She supposed confidence did that to a person. “So, do you think you’ve changed a lot since you left?”
Matt seemed to think. “I’m a better dancer than I was. Definitely better than I was at your twenty-first!”
The look he was giving her could probably set something on fire. She knew exactly what he was talking about, and it wasn’t dancing. They’d been dating for six months by the time she’d turned twenty-one. That night had been the first time they’d had sex.
He leaned towards her, dropping his voice conspiratorially. “Actually, I haven’t danced yet this evening.”
Daisy giggled, her breath catching. “Great, I’ll just sit here and watch. I could do with some comic relief.”
Without breaking eye contact, Matt got to his feet and carefully pushed in his chair. Very deliberately, he held out his hand.
Daisy shook her head, feeling her pulse pick up.
“I’ve been dancing for ages.” She sounded squeaky.Very cool, Daisy.
“One dance? It’s not as much fun dancing by myself.”
The band started to play ‘Sweet Dreams’ by the Eurythmics,and Matt tipped his head to one side. “Remember this?”
“This, and all the other eighties stuff you made me listen to!” Daisy shook her head.
“I’m pretty sure I subjected you to my favourite music fromeverydecade,” he said.
“The Eurythmics were your favourite, not mine.” How could she resist him? She got to her feet, stumbling a little as she made her way to the floor.
“Relax, come here.” Matt pulled her towards him, placing her left hand on his shoulder, and twining his fingers through her right hand.
“What are you doing?” Daisy glanced quickly around, thankful there was still no sign of James.
“Do you know how to tango?” His eyes glinted.
“No, and neither do you.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Daisy.”
“You can’t tango to Eurythmics, Matt.”
“You can tango to this song, Daisy. I have. So, the question is: can you follow me?”
Oh God, once she’d have followed him anywhere if he’d asked. Briefly, she wondered what everyone would think, before deciding she didn’t care. It was her party, and nobody here except Laura, Brian and her parents actually knew Matt. And James? She’d worry about James later.
“I’ll do my best,” she promised.
They started to move, and after Daisy’s first, fumbling steps, she found herself inching infinitesimally closer to Matt, focusing on him as he led her through the next few moves.
She looked up. “I’m doing the tango! We’re doing the tango!”
“Who’d have thought?” He smiled.
“I know, right?” She felt a flush spread up to her neck.
“I was just thinking of the first time we danced together.”
“It was nothing like this, Matt!”
Matt shook his head. “This is so much better. But we’re missing something – I should have a rose between my teeth.” He flashed her an over-the-top smile, and Daisy giggled again.
