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"I cannot believe you had to promise a celebrity," he snarled. "What do they get out of it?"
"Clout?" I mused. "I have no idea, but I waited too long to book something because I honestly wasn't sure I could keep the doors open. Until Mr. Peyton asked me to help you, I was losing money quicker than I was making it. Even with the classes and the students, rent for that location is unbelievable. Then you add in paying the staff, the cleaning crew, the shoes, the music… it all adds up so quickly. And making up a fake grant and gifting to a few of the kids who need help paying for classes doesn't help."
"Fuck, Miss Priss, you can't keep going like that," he pulled my hand into his and kissed my fingers.
"I know. I am trying. I just took on a lot at once to make this place spark and it takes a lot to keep it going."
"You know, if you need…."
"No," I stopped him before he could say it. "Honestly, I am making it sound worse than it is. I may have thought closing the doors to Brisé may happen, but personally, I am fine. It is just, no matter how much money one has, it isn't smart to keep losing money."
"So Coach found you and said he had a player that needed ballet lessons?"
"Pretty much," I smiled. "And you are doing pretty good since we started working together."
He shrugged his shoulders and looked a bit sheepish, "Maybe."
"Oh and I loved the way you danced after your touchdown, it gave me a lot of ideas on what we needed to work on."
Now he was laughing, and I realized that I was relaxed and happy. I was a completely different version of myself when I was with Ty. We had had an entire conversation without me worrying about how I sounded or where my shoulders were. I didn't try overcorrecting my enunciations and I was positive I had never smiled as much as I did that night.
Ty stood up and took my hand, leading me to the middle of the living room, turning the lights over the bar off as we went. Through the glass door, I could see a mid sized balcony and in the distance was Atlanta's skyline. I guess one of the best parts about living outside of the city was the remarkable view.
I gazed out the window as Ty fumbled on his phone for a minute. Then, he dropped it to the couch and a slow song started playing over the speakers. He pulled me in close and held my hands and waist, preparing to dance.
"Let me show you another way I can dance,” he whispered. We slowly swayed to the soft sounds of Anymore by Travis Tritt.
"Isn't this a sad song?" I asked quietly.
He shrugged again but kept me pulled close to his body, "I never thought of it that way. But it is one of my favorites."
His own interpretation of this song had me smiling to myself, a motion that he felt on his neck as we continued to dance. Our steps were juvenile in the big scheme of the dancing world, but I had never felt like more of an adult.
We were dancing the best we could in the small space, to a beautiful song, in the room only lit up by the moonlight outside. Swallowing, I tamped down the romance and the intimacy we found ourselves in. I was under no illusions that this was more to Ty and I didn't want to accidentally fall for him as we held on to one another.
As the song ended, I felt Ty's lips gently caress the nape of my neck. Goosebumps formed on my skin and he nuzzled them with his nose. Another song started but it was not one I recognized, nor did it matter much.
Our dance was over.
Ty pulled away and led me down a short hallway with two doors. We entered the master bedroom and the first thing I noticed was that it too had huge windows and a view of the city. The only light we still had was the moonlight through the window and it was all either of us needed.
Reaching behind him, Ty pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor before reaching for his belt. As he popped the clasp from the holes, I lifted my own shirt over my head as well.
Ty's eyes widened when he saw my bright pink bra and my hard nipples trying to cut their way out of the fabric. Instead of finishing his belt, he left it loose and walked closer to me, running his thumb over my nipples.
I pushed into his touch, wanting more but not wanting to rush whatever was happening between us. This was different and as much as it scared me, I couldn't have backed away if I wanted to.
