Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“What do you think about me?”
He regards me with a furrowed brow. “Hm?”
“The… you said you think about me when you’re trying to sleep at night. Was that true?”
He nods.
“So, what do you think?”
There’s nervous energy just below the foggy tiredness that just hit me, but Calvin is calm and
collected, completely in control of himself as he answers steadily, “Lots of things. I think about your
smile and how I’d like to see more of it. The different kinds of smiles you have. What does your
intimate smile look like? What do you look like when you’re darting a glance at someone you have a
shared secret with?”
My head feels even more swimmy. “That’s specific,” I murmur.
“Mm-hmm.” He pushes his chair back and stands.
I try to gather up my wits as he walks over to me, knowing I’ll likely need them. “What are you
doing?” I ask when he stops by my chair.
He offers his hand. “Dance with me.”
“There’s no music.”
I only realize after the fact, that’s not the reason I shouldn’t dance with him.
And then suddenly there is music, and he’s taking my hand and making me stand. It’s harder than
it should be. My legs are wobbly and I can’t trust them. I can’t trust him, either, but I find myself
leaning on him so I don’t fall.
My body warms once his heat is pressed against my front.
I shouldn’t dance with him. I should sit back down. That’s the right thing to do.
Abandon convention, Hallie.
His earlier sentiment echoes in my head. I don’t think that’s exactly what he said. Let go, I think
that’s what he said.
“I wonder if you would have danced with me at your friend’s wedding without anyone
watching.”
His words cut through the fog in my mind, but the fog seems to be growing denser, my body
heavier. I’m not really dancing with Calvin so much as using him to hold up my weight.
He doesn’t seem to mind. He guides my arms around his neck and locks his arm around my
waist, then he sways with me ever so slightly as the soft music plays in the background.
My body is so heavy.