Page 103 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Finn follows as best he can, his movements stiff and awkwardly out of sync.
“You’re counting in your head,” I realize.
“Obviously I’m counting.”
“Stop counting. Listen to the music.”
“I need to count. Otherwise I lose the rhythm.”
“You’re already losing the rhythm while counting.”
He frowns, offended, and completely misses the next step.
His foot lands directly on mine.
“Ow!”
“Sorry. I warned you.”
“It’s fine. Again. This time, look at me. Not your feet. Me.”
He lifts his eyes.
Our gazes lock, and something in the room shifts instantly.
The distance between us suddenly feels far too small.
“Good,” I murmur softly. “Now follow my rhythm.”
We start again.
Still awkward.
But slightly better.
He follows me, his body slowly beginning to move with mine instead of against it.
“See? You’re getting it.”
“Don’t celebrate too soon.”
We repeat several sequences.
Gradually, Finn relaxes. His shoulders loosen, and I even catch the shadow of a smile when he successfully completes an entire series of steps without crushing my toes.
“Now for the difficult part,” I announce.
“That was theeasypart?”
I suppress another laugh at his horrified expression.
“I’m going to show you the spin. I turn under your arm, you catch me, then we continue dancing.”
“That sounds impossible.”
“It’s all about timing. On three. One, two?—”
A loud bleat cuts through the room.
