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Trying not to pay any extra attention to how close his mouth was from
my face, I focused on my feet and answered almost absently, “What do you
mean?”
Aaron’s diligent and smooth motions spun us one more time to the soft
tune.
“I thought you were supposed to carry the beat in your blood,” he
explained in a low voice, his head not giving up an inch of space. “Or was it
the music in your veins?”
I hoped my ears were not red with embarrassment. “This is not my style,”
I lied. I’d never done a worse job at dancing, and it had nothing to do with the
music and everything to do with the man I was currently flush against. “Or
maybe it’s my partner that’s not the best fit.”
Aaron chuckled. It was low and short-lived, but it reminded me of the
way he had laughed earlier, leaving me a little out of breath.
And so, I inhaled through my nose, trying to restore my breathing and
immediately regretting it. Because what an awful idea that had been. The
worst idea. All I had accomplished was filling my lungs with Aaron’s scent.
Aaron’s very nice and very heady and very, very masculine scent.
Could I unsmell it, please, universe? Please.
“Was that you admitting something you are not good at?” Aaron asked,
pulling me out of my head. “To me?”
“I never claimed to be a spectacular dancer.” Not when my partner was
someone who certainly succeeded in distracting me so damn much. “Plus, all
that rhythm in your blood stuff is nothing more than a stereotype. There are
more than a few hundred Spaniards who can’t follow a beat to save their
lives.”
“I bet there are. I’ll keep leading then.” His voice was low, a little closer
to my ear than before. “But just in case you belong to those few hundreds.”
“If you must,” I muttered because what was the point of denying
something that was so obvious? I was doing a poor job at it. “I didn’t know
you danced.”
Just when I thought it was physically impossible for Aaron’s body to fold
around mine any more, for our bodies to come any closer, he dipped his head
further. Impossibly low. His lips hovered directly above the shell of my ear.
“There are a few things you don’t know about me, Catalina.”
My body went even more rigid in response. A flutter taking flight in my
stomach.