he gave her a small grin.
"I'm glad I haven't stepped on your toes," he teased. "I'm pretty rusty at this form of dancing."
But she never would have known. They were so in sync as they moved, she felt as though they were gliding.
The music ended and she eased to a halt. They stood there, with Julie still in Dylan's arms, just gazing at each other.
The loud applause snapped Julie out of whatever trance she'd been in and she looked around.
An odd feeling began to wash over Julie and she backed out of Dylan's hold.
"Oh that was beautiful, you two!" Dottie said, hurrying over to them.
Julie took a step back, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
"Are you all right?" Dylan asked, a look of concern clouding his face.
"Yeah...I just...I've got to go and change for my ballet class...excuse me," she stuttered before turning and walking away.
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What was that about? Dylan wondered as he watched Julie rush off.
"She hasn't danced like that in a long time, if ever."
Dylan turned to Dottie, who'd just answered his unspoken question.
He glanced back in the direction of where Julie was.
"Maybe I should go and check on her."
"She'll be just fine, querido. " Dottie placed her hand on his forearm. "You still dance wonderfully."
Dylan threw his head back and laughed.
"I think you're being too kind Miss Dottie. I haven't done any kind of ballroom dancing since I was a teenager."
"But it felt like it was just yesterday, didn't it?"
Dylan stopped and thought about it. "Yes," he realized. "It did."
When the music began and he pulled Julie into his arms, it was as if a switch was flipped and his body was able to recall moves he didn't think his mind remembered. But he had a feeling that his ability to dance again with such ease had less to do with some kind of muscle memory and more to do with the woman he was dancing with.
From the moment they'd first locked eyes with each other from across the club dance floor, he'd felt bewitched by everything about her. Her smooth cocoa kissed skin, her silky dark hair that hung around her shoulders in a long blunt cut bob. And her eyes...those brown eyes, combined with those curvy hips had him unable to say no to her when he'd turned down every other woman's offer to dance that night.
"You just might be able to do it."
He turned to Dottie confused. "Do what?" he asked.
She gave him a cunning smile then turned and began to walk away. "All right class, let's get back to work."
When Julie didn't return after a few more minutes, Dylan decided to go and search for her. He found her in one of the smaller classrooms. She'd changed into her ballet outfit and was sitting on the floor, lacing up her ballet slippers.
He gently knocked on the door.
She glanced up at him, then returned her attention back to her laces.
"I came to see if you're okay."
She remained silent until she was done with her task. Finally she looked up at him.
"I'm fine."
"Then why'd you take off?"
When she didn't answer, Dylan tried to lighten the mood. "I warned you that I was rusty. You didn't have to run off embarrassed like that."
He saw a hint of a smile cross her face. "Your dancing wasn't the problem, Dylan."
"Then what was?"
He held out his hand to help her stand.
"You're...you're different."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I'm not sure yet," she answered, looking at their hands intertwined.
He took a step closer her and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I guess I'll have to work on making sure it's a good thing."
"Why did you come here tonight?" she blurted out.
That reminded him that he did, in fact, have a purpose for coming by.
"Right, with your grandmother putting us on the spot like that, I forgot. I came to talk to you about that kiss the other night."
"The kiss?" she asked.
"Yeah..."
"What about it?"
"I just wanted to say that if I came on too strong, then I apologize."
That didn't seem