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I cross my arms over my chest. “They hadn’t had a date night in months! It was important.”
“So what I’m hearing is Gwendolyn is a people pleaser.”
“Basically.”
“You’ve got it.”
I scoff, hopping down off my stool. “I’m feeling a bit ganged up on right now, so I am going to join Piper on the dance floor. Maybe those guys she’s with will be a little nicer to me.”
Jackson’s head swivels around so fast, I worry for a second he might sprain something. He locates Piper in record time, and I watch as his jaw clenches.
“Chill on the overprotective big brother act, Jacks.” I say. “She can handle herself.”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, just glares in their direction for another moment before turning back to the table. He throws back his beer quickly.
“I’m headed for another one.” And just like Piper before, he doesn’t want for anyone to respond as he walks away.
Matthew follows a moment later, grumbling under his breath about making sure the local vet doesn’t get arrested for assault.
It’s just Logan and me at the table as we watch our group around the room.
“I didn’t mean to upset you with the people pleaser comment.” He says finally.
I wave my hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Nothing I didn’t know already.”
We both watch quietly as the crowd pairs up while the music turns to a slower beat. I’m about to offer to get another drink for real this time, when Logan speaks up first.
“Wanna dance?”
I jerk my head in his direction. “Seriously?”
He chuckles. “Don’t act so offended. A simple ‘no’ would work fine.”
“No, it’s just not something I would expect you to ask.”
Not to me, at least.
He takes a half step back, putting his hand between us silently waiting for me to accept it. I stare down at it before flicking my eyes back up to his.
He waits with a small grin on his face. “I don’t want to rush you, but if we don’t hurry up, this song will be over, and then I’ll look like a fool for wanting to still get my slow dance during whatever top 50 chart topper comes on next.”
My mind practically short-circuits at the thought that Logan wants to slow dance with me. But it definitely spazzes out at the feeling of his hand on mine as I slide my palm against his.
The designated dance floor area starts only a few feet from our table, and once we are with everyone else as they sway around us, Logan spinsme around until I land in his arms. My breath catches in my throat as we stand chest to chest in the middle of the other dancers.
He grins down at me as he takes my hands, which are laying against his chest, in his and moves them around his neck. I can feel my blush overtaking my skin, from the top of my head to my toes when his hands find their resting place on my lower back. Logan leans his head down so his lips meet my ear and this time I can’t fight the shiver as he whispers.
“Is this okay?”
Is this okay?The words echo in my head.
This was more than okay. This was teenage Gwen’s dream come true. I never thought I would ever be in Logan’s arms, but even when I daydreamed, it never compared to what it was really like.
Unable to speak, out of fear the words would come out garbled against the lump in my throat, I just nod my head and silently hope he can’t feel how hard my heart is beating. Especially when he keeps his cheek against me as we sway back and forth.
We stay that way for the remainder of the song, which is over too fast in my opinion. I wonder if he feels as content as I do in the moment as we slowly move to pull away from each other as everyone moves to a new beat around us.
I’m slow to look up at his face, scared that I’m feeling too much in this moment. That I’m feeling something different than him, but when I finally get the courage to meet his gaze, all I see is a reflection of the wonder I feel coursing through me.
