Page 120 of Sins or Secrets
Bree and I planned out the opening of the school. Since we had four months we decided to take the next two weeks to prepare the lessons and the time tables.
Then we could open the doors for some evening and weekend classes for the eight weeks following that, and lead straight into the summer school.
Bree already contacted Lilly’s students and made them aware that we were planning to reopen. Now that we had dates we planned to contact them again and start taking signups.
We spent the whole day brainstorming and planning. When night fell I just wanted to have the studio to myself. Like I did when I used to spend time with Lilly. I had a taste of that when I first moved in and danced around in the ruins of the old studio.
Tonight I want to recapture something I haven’t had in ten years. Back in L.A I never had the studio to myself and since I only taught ballet to girls under eight I didn’t really need a lot of room at home to practice.
Lilly has a mixture of students. I’m looking forward to teaching the more advanced teenagers who might be looking to go on to schools like Juilliard.
I get dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tank then head down to the studio with my CD player.
The cool night air amplifies my excitement and by the time I open the window and turn the music on the nostalgic memory of who I used to be comes rushing back to me.
I warm up for twenty minutes to Beethoven then I switch over to Thais Meditation, one of my absolute favorite pieces and I lose myself in the music, dancing the way I was born to move. Leaping through the air and spinning, pushing my body the way I used to when I was training at Juilliard and had big dreams.
As the music fades I slow into a line of pirouettes and that’s when I see him watching me again.
Logan’s standing by the opened door looking at me with admiration. The same way he was weeks ago, but amplified with the spark in his eyes.
I stop mid move when I see him and smile.
“I’m always torn when I watch you dance,” he states.
“Why are you torn?”
“There’s a reverence about the way you move that makes me want to be quiet and respectful, but at the same time you’re so good I want to clap and cheer. You’re amazing Quinn. I’ve never seen anybody move like you. It’s beautiful.”
That’s a massive compliment coming from him. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”
“It needs to be said.”
He walks over to me and we kiss. It feels amazing to have him touch me.
“How long have you been standing there?” I speak against his lips.
“Long enough to want you all over again. But then I wanted you all day. I thought I’d come here first knowing I’d find you.”
“The place looks amazing, I had to try it out. It feels like mine.”
“Because it is,” he laughs. “Well, for the next four months. Lots of things to do in that four months huh?”
“Yes.”
“Speaking of which, I want you to join me for dinner next week. Maybe Wednesday.”
“Wednesday? That’s a long time.” I slip my arms around his neck. “Why do I have to wait so long to have dinner with you?”
“Tonight, I’m taking you to bed, the same thing tomorrow.” He kisses me on my forehead and nose. “Then it’s Saturday. Heather’s birthday. I’ll have you in the morning before we leave then I think we’ll be busy all day. On Sunday, we’ll be in bed all day to make up for Saturday. Then Monday, and Tuesday will just be more sex.”
I giggle when he tugs on my bottom lip.
“That sounds like our days will be filled with sex.”
“Oh believe me they will. So I don’t really see a clear schedule until Wednesday. How does that sound?”
As if I could say no to any of that.
