Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Come on. Let’s give these fuckers something to talk about.’
‘Oh good,’ Mary said, raising a glass. ‘Fucking marvellous.’
‘Come on. While the music is slow. Because I don’t think you can pogo in that
thing.’
I didn’t give him any choice. I sat down carefully on Will’s lap, draped my
arms around his neck to hold myself in place. He looked into my eyes for a
minute, as if working out whether he could refuse me. Then, astonishingly, Will
wheeled us out on to the dance floor, and began moving in small circles under
the sparkling lights of the mirrorballs.
I felt simultaneously acutely self-conscious and mildly hysterical. I was sitting
at an angle that meant my dress had risen halfway up my thighs.
‘Leave it,’ Will murmured into my ear.
‘This is … ’
‘Come on, Clark. Don’t let me down now.’
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my cheek rest
against his, breathing in the citrus smell of his aftershave. I could feel him
humming along with the music.
‘Are they all appalled yet?’ he said. I opened one eye, and glanced out into the
dim light.
A couple of people were smiling encouragingly, but most seemed not to know
what to make of it. Mary saluted me with her drink. And then I saw Alicia
staring at us, her face briefly falling. When she saw me looking, she turned away
and muttered something to Rupert. He shook his head, as if we were doing
something disgraceful.
I felt a mischievous smile creeping across my face. ‘Oh yes,’ I said.
‘Hah. Move in closer. You smell fantastic.’
‘So do you. Although, if you keep turning in left-hand circles I may throw
up.’
Will changed direction. My arms looped around his neck, I pulled back a little
to look at him, no longer self-conscious. He glanced down at my chest. To be
fair, with me positioned where I was, there wasn’t anywhere else he could really
look. He lifted his gaze from my cleavage and raised an eyebrow. ‘You know,
you would never have let those breasts so close to me if I weren’t in a
wheelchair,’ he murmured.