S L O W D A N C I N G J E A L O U S Y
"All thanks to you." I blushed.
"No problem. Here let me give you a ride."
"Piggy back ride?" He got into the position and I giggled as I got on his back. He carried me up the stairs and into our room.
"You're as light as a feather." He smiled at me.
"Am I now?" I smirked.
"Yes. But how well can you dance?"
"I don't know."
"Guess we'll have to find out." He grabbed my hands and lifted me off my bed and on to my feet. He pulled out his phone and plugged it into a stereo. The music came on and it was nice and slow. "Ever heard of this song?" He asked me and we began to sway to the beat.
"No. I listen to more rock and metal than slow songs." I smiled as he spun me in a little circle.
"Oh. Well, you'll like it." He smiled and I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into his chest. I was so happy and warm on the inside. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony with the music. I didn't want to stop dancing with him. "We should do this more often." He whispered into my ear.
"Yes we should." I grinned and my cheeks heated up. I was smiling so much that it was actually painful, but I didn't care.
It was like we were flying through the air swiftly. Time seemed to have frozen around us and it was just us. We had nothing else to distract us from each other and we never failed at any movement. I sighed with satisfaction and he smiled.
The song finally came to an end, but we didn't stop dancing. "You're a good dancer." Riley smiled in my ear.
"Thank you. You're not to bad yourself." I winked at him and he chuckled.
"Thank you doll face, for dancing with me."
"You're welcome. Thank you sexy beast, for fixing Rick"
"You're welcome." He paused for a second and went to his phone and played the song again. "Want to keep dancing?" He asked me with a charming smile and held out his hand.
"I would love to keep dancing with you." I took his hand and smiled brightly as we glided across the floor. The air was crisp and our breathing was slow. His heartbeat was in my ear and it was soothing to listen to. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. The song ended again and we stopped dancing. We gazed into each other's eyes and smiled.
Riley leaned down a little and came closer to my face. His lips were only an inch or two away from mine. My face got heated up and I turned my head to the side.
We can't kiss Riley. When will you ever realize this? We are just friends.
I sighed and stepped back. "That was fun." Riley smiled and scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Yeah. Thanks, I really needed that." I looked to the ground to hide my blushing face.
"Do you want to go out to eat?"
"Yeah. I mean, if-if you want to."
"Sure. Let me just put something on that's a bit nicer."
"Okay. I'll be back, I just have to talk to Ryan and Justin. Then we'll leave."
"Okay." I smiled as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
So is this a date or is this just two friends hanging out?
I questioned in my mind as I slipped into a floral black dress, black pump heels, leather jacket, and diamond earrings.
It's totally just a hang out. Nothing more.
I reassured myself. This is not a date, this is just a hang out. I was putting on my makeup, then Riley walked back into the room.
"Ready to go-?" He looked at me and his jaw dropped.
"What?" I looked at him in confusion as I put on some Chapstick.
"You-you look amazing."
"Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself."
"Thanks, but you look stunning."
"Riley, stop flattering me. You're making me blush."
"Good. I like it when you blush."
"Thanks. So, we ready to go?"
"Yes. Let's go doll face." He opened the door for me and we linked arms.
"So, where are we going?" I asked him as I got into his Porsche.
"A restaurant in town. You'll like it." He smiled as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Riley, you're so ridiculous sometimes. You can't have a gigantic steak and eat it all yourself without getting sick." I giggled as Riley and I sat in the restaurant trying to decide what we want.
"Aw why not? I'm really hungry." He whined.
"Get something smaller than a 12lbs steak please."
"Fine. What are you getting?"
"What are you, five?"
"I'm two thank you very much." I stuck my nose in the air and he chuckled.
"Are we ready to order or do you need more time?" The waiter came to our table.
"Yes. Can I have the Clubhouse Steak. Cooked medium rare with fries please." Riley smiled and looked at me.
"I'm just going to have the chicken tender dinner with fries please." I handed the waiter our menus and smiled.
"Alright. Your food will be out shortly."
"You're welcome." He winked at me and I blushed.
"What was that?" Riley asked me.
"What was what?" I said innocently.
"That blushing and him winking at you. What was that about?"
"Oh don't be such a square. It's not my fault that the waiter finds me more attractive than you."
"Damn shots fired."
"It's no big deal. How about we make a bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"If the waiter gives me his number or if he asks for mine, you'll pay for dinner. And if he doesn't, I pay."
"I'll take that action." He made a clicking noise with his mouth and winked.
"Here you guys go. Do you need anything else?" The waiter brought us our food and smiled at me.
"Just some extra napkins please." I smiled.
"Of course." He pulled some from his pocket and wrote something on one of the napkins and handed it to me.
"Enjoy." He winked and walked away.
I looked at the napkin and saw that he put his number on the napkin. "Hey look at this." I held up the napkin and smiled. "Looks like you have to pay for dinner." I giggled.
"Seriously?" Riley rolled his eyes.
"Hey, a bet is a bet. You lost and I won. Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful."
"Nothing. I just don't feel good. I need air."
"Here I can-"
"No. You stay here and eat. I need to be alone." He got up and walked out of the restaurant.
I ate some of the chicken and Riley still wasn't back and I started getting worried. "Can I get these in to go boxes please?" I asked the waiter.
"Yes of course." He got me two boxes and I packed our food and went to the register and paid for the meal.
"Hey." I found Riley behind a corner smoking a cigarette.
"I told you to stay in the restaurant." He threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.
"I know. But I got worried so I paid for everything and got our food in to go boxes."
"I was going to pay."
"I know. Will you tell me what's going on with you?"
"No. Can we just go?"
"No. Not until I get some answers."
"Then stay here. I bet your waiter would love to drive you home."
"You're jealous of him?"
"No. I'm not because we aren't together and we'll never be together and you have every right to get that guy's number." He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the ground.
"Oh, and why does it sound like the idea of us being together bothers you?" I set the food on the hood of the Porsche and hugged his waist.
"It doesn’t." He mumbled.
"Then why can’t we-” he pulls me to him and kisses my forehead and holds me in his arms for what feels like minuets.
"Ready to go home?” He asks quietly. I nod as I look up into his eyes, there’s something there in the dark behind them, a kindness I wanted to explore, if only he’ll let me.