Page 20 of Forever Mine
“Sorry about that,” he said, bringing his face closer to mine. “D’you want something to drink?”
I shook my head. “Maybe later.”
We watched the dancers for a few minutes and then Scott touched my arm. “Are you ready for some action?”
The music switched to reggae and I let my smile break free. “Yes. Are you?”
We stood and drifted hand in hand toward the circular dance floor. I rocked to Point of View from Jomersa and Damian Marley and to my surprise, Scott kept up with me. His movements were smooth and easy, the opposite of the jerky, out-of-time spasms I’d come to expect from non-blacks I’d seen dancing to reggae music. We danced during the entire segment and at the end, Scott moved in close and spoke next to my ear. “Well?”
I pulled back and bit my bottom lip to hold in my grin. “You’ll pass.”
“What?” He cupped a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear.
“I said what I said.” Laughter bubbled out of me. “And you heard me.”
Scott shook his head. “I’m out here moving like a Jamaican and all I get is a cool, ‘You’ll pass?’ That’s just wrong, my girl.”
His comment had me laughing. Where did he come up with these terms?
As if he heard my thoughts, Scott moved drew close again. “Yeah, my friend taught me. You’d be surprised at what I know.”
I didn’t take the bait, and the music changed, segueing into love songs.
Scott pulled me to his chest and stood with his chin resting against my forehead. My arms went around him, and my eyes closed. We moved as if we’d been dancing together forever.
I inhaled his cologne, thinking that despite the impression he gave, Scott was well put together and smelled good. Tonight, he was splashing something that reminded me of vanilla, leather, and musk.
He’d changed into a pair of dark jeans and a navy shirt. While he wouldn’t appeal to every woman, he was attractive to me. I was at a loss to explain why. Before him, I’d never been particularly drawn to anyone from his race. Sure, there were the movie star crushes, but that was the extent of my fascination.
Apart from being good-looking, Scott was attentive and funny. He was also considerate. There really wasn’t anything not to like. I breathed in deep, wondering why I was thinking this hard about him.
We’d be seeing each other again, and I liked that idea. I liked it very much. Way too much for this to be just a casual encounter between two people who’d agreed they weren’t looking for anything that resembled a relationship.