Bitter Love
We keep our right hands interlocked, and I rest my left hand on Jacob’s shoulder while he puts his on my back again, pulling me in a little closer.
My dress swirls around my feet as we shuffle back and forth, trying to imitate the moves everyone around us is doing. I’m the one who ends up tripping and Jacob catches me. Laughing, I bend my head down, resting my forehead against his chest. The music swells, and the women spin in the arms of their dance partners. Jacob slides his hands down my waist, fingers lingering before I spin, reaching up to take his hand again. We’re supposed to take a few steps like this, with my back to his front, and Jacob and I both fumble.
I take too quick of a step