Dive in Deep
Sade
“Want to dance again?” he asked.
“I would, but can we wait a minute?” I asked.
Before he could answer, someone shouted his name. He looked at me and grimaced. “Hold that thought. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time,” I told him.
“I’m not going to be gone long,” he said, his eyes holding mine. “Trust me. I want to be right here.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I told him, hoping I sounded sexy and not desperate.