As I turned, it was Aaron
Aaron i gasped.
"Were you expecting someone else?" he asked, smiling — that slow, knowing smile — as he grabbed my waist and held my hands, moving my body to the beat like it belonged there. Like I belonged there.
He was staring into my soul.
"Um… no. No, not really," I lied.
My eyes betrayed me immediately, flickering across his shoulder, scanning the room in quiet panic.
Aaron noticed. Of course he did. His grip tightened just slightly as he pulled me into a smooth turn.
"That's good to know," he smirked, swinging me back toward him.
That got my attention.
I stared at him properly this time, really looked at him. His jaw was still faintly swollen from earlier. A thin shadow of bruising was forming near his lip. And yet he was smiling like none of it mattered.
A million thoughts raced through my head as we danced.
The music was gentle but rhythmic — soft Latin strings layered over steady percussion.
Salsa.
Intimate, Close, and Intentional.
