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I no longer heard the music; it faded and we became the only two people on the dance floor. It was only us. Together. Symmetry in motion and I let him pull me closer. Oh god, how I loved his touch.
"This is nice," I murmured. It was much more than nice, but it was all I could manage.
"It is." His eyes captured mine.
We became fluid, one entity, he held my hand to his chest where I rested my head and closed my eyes, his other hand low on my back. It was as if we anticipated every step, turn, and sway as we moved to the music in perfect time. It was wonderful and I wanted to stay like this forever.
The music changed pace and startled me.
Beck took my hand and twirled me, then yanked me back to his chest when Tina Turner's “Proud Mary” came on. Everyone picked up the beat and started singing.
I threw my head back and laughed, and so did he. We were free and let go, enjoying every minute.
"This is good music. I told myself I'd let the day roll, then this song comes on." I had to shout so he could hear.
"It is good, I can always count on my team. But I don't want to think about my team right now. I don't want to think about anything…" He paused a beat and pulled me tighter, his hand at the back of my head, and our eyes met. "Except you."
I caught my breath at his words. He only wanted to think about me. And I only wanted to think about him.
"Then we are on the same page," I said.
The song ended and another slow song came on. He gathered me into his arms.
"Just what I wanted to hear," he said against my hair.
I pressed my cheek into his chest and his arms tightened around me. He made me feel safe like nothing could ever go wrong. I was learning I could let my guard down with him. I didn't have to always be in control of everything. It was exhausting never being able to chill. For the first time I could remember, ever, I decided to leave it all and let others carry the load. For tonight anyway.
Soft notes of Nora Jones’s “Come Away with Me” floated around us. The song was perfect.
My ear pressed against Beck's chest and I could hear the thump of his heart, strong and powerful. We swayed around the dance floor in and out between the other slow dancers. The song finished and segued into another slow song. Then another. Neither of us made a move to separate.
Being held by him was what I needed. Wanted.
And I drifted off into a daydream and let him guide me until we were bumped by another couple.
"Now what is that dirty look for?" Beck asked me.
I glanced up at him. "Hello? What dirty look?"
"You just gave them the stink eye if I've ever seen one." He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbly in his chest.
"I did? I guess I let my emotions show in my face too much. I didn't like that they bumped us apart," I told him.
"That can be easily fixed." His arm snaked around my waist and drew me to him. We melded together. And I never wanted to break the bond.
"Better?"
"Yes, much."
18
Beck kept an eye on the crowd, but his attention was mainly on Micki. Dancing with her was a new high for him. She was in a happy mood, carefree, having fun, living in the moment, and it rubbed off on him.
He leaned down and whispered, "Want to sit and get something to drink?"
She looked up and nodded. "I'd love that. I'm dying of thirst."
Micki smiled and reached for his hand. He led her to the bar, bumping through the throng of dancers.
