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H
e offered his hand, letting it hang in the small space between
our bodies.
Dance?
Gaping at his hand, I hesitated. Not really sure whether I had a reason to
doubt his offer or if it was just the way I automatically reacted to Aaron.
“Is this part of the deal?” I heard myself ask.
Aaron frowned.
“Us dancing, I mean. Just for show, right?” I explained.
I wasn’t blind—or stupid—and I was pretty sure that dancing wasn’t
something we needed to do. But a big part of me was effectively confused,
and I was growing more so by the moment. So, by saying that out loud, I was
simply throwing myself a lifeline I could grab on to until I could clear up the
mess in my head.
“Right,” Aaron answered, that frown disappearing and his hand still
waiting for my decision. “Just for show.”
I accepted his offer, letting his large palm wrap around mine, unsure of
how good of an idea it was.
Aaron pulled me gently behind him, and my legs shook with a weird mix
of anticipation and unease. His hand was warm and firm against mine,
making me feel good and tingly even though I could tell it weighted down
that lifeline I was trying to hold on to with teeth and nails.
I was still unsure of how good of an idea this was when he softly dragged
me where a small group of people had gathered to dance.
But it was when he stopped walking, turned, and stepped close—so very
close—that my mind finally flagged this as a bad idea. So much that a part of