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Chapter 2

Number 1 – Take a Dance class

Co-ordination had never been a strong point for me; I was the friend who had the two left feet and only ever danced when I had a little too much to drink on a night out but that's why the first thing on my bucket list was to take a dance class. I want to be pushed out of my comfort zone and at least try to master the basics of one type of dance A few weeks after creating my bucket list, the side effects of my treatment began to hit me violently, I was so tired and sore that I had to postpone beginning to complete my bucket list. Eventually after my body was used to the treatment, Alice signed me up for Salsa dancing classes in a local dance studio where she takes her ballet class and my first lesson was tonight, only a few hours after my next dose of radiation was administered.

I lay on the same uncomfortable hospital bed as I had for the past 2 weeks, being checked over by usual nurse after I had received another round of radiotherapy. I was used to the this now, in a routine of driving here at 10am, waiting for the nurse at reception to call my name, making my way down the depressing corridors that were tainted with pain and suffering, trying to ignore the same clinical smell that was hard to stomach. I was also used to being greeted by the nurse administering my treatment; Edward Cullen.

We had developed somewhat of a friendship over the past two weeks, moving our relationship from doctor/patient to friends. Every time he entered room 324, his smile would instantly brighten up the room. We discussed everything from books and movies to music and art; I found our conversations to be soothing, taking my mind off the fact that I was actually there to be treated, rather than to see him. Somehow he was able to pull real joy and laughter from inside me, something which I thought I no longer had and I felt eternally grateful that there was someone who could do that for me at this point in my life.

"So what are you plans for today, once you're finished here?" he asked with his back to me, scribbling something down in my chart as I changed out of the hospital issued polyester gown.

I laughed slightly under my breath, pulling my jeans past my hips and pulling the button through the hole as the material met in the middle.

"It's a long story."

"Now I'm intrigued, care to elaborate?" he quizzed curiously. I could see the side of his cheeks push upwards as he grinned.

"This may sound lame, but I created a bucket list after my first radiotherapy session. There's so many things I want experience and achieve that I just haven't gotten round to. My excuse was that there's always tomorrow, but now, I can't be certain that tomorrow will come so today, I'm taking number one off my list."

He turned around to face me, pausing for a moment before smiling warmly, "I don't think its lame, I think it's somewhat beautiful in a sense."

My cheeks flushed red and I returned the smile.

"So what is the first thing on your list?" he asked

"How about I tell you tomorrow, and I can tell you all about it."

"Deal."

Don't be a coward, Bella.

I repeated the phrase consistently in my head as I pulled up beside the dance studio where my salsa class was being held. Gripping the steering wheel, I took a deep breath, expanding my lungs as far as they would go before exhaling sharply and opening the car door.

My legs shook as I walked across the street towards my destination, unsteady on my feet from the heeled shoes and nervous disposition that suddenly ran throughout my whole body. I tried to pull myself together and shake off the nerves, reminding myself that I had to do this, I had to remove number one from my list.

Walking through the door and into Studio 1 where the class was being held, I plastered a smile on my face, trying to make it look as genuine as I possibly could. I peered around the room, and when my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat.

"Bella?" I heard him call as he noticed me too, making his way over to where I standing.

"Hi," I smiled nervously before continuing with my sentence, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Likewise. I actually assist the instructor here. This is my mother Esme's studios, she always thought I was the best dancer in the family, so I'm forced into helping out here." He rolled his eyes as he chuckled.

Nothing surprised me about Edward any more; as well as being good at his profession, artistic, intelligent and of course, extremely attractive, he could also dance. I analysed him as he spoke; I was so used to seeing Edward in his scrubs every day that it felt almost abnormal seeing him wearing actual clothes. I mentally noted how good he looked in dark trousers and a shirt that was just tight enough to see the definition of his muscular arms.

"I had no idea. This is what number one on my bucket list is, but if I'm completely honest, I'm actually a little nervous." I laughed, my voice shaky from the nerves.

"There's no need to be nervous. How about I partner up with you, and we can dance together?" he asked as he held out his hand, waiting for me to accept his offer.

I gasped slightly as I felt Edward's fingers curl round mine and pull me towards the middle of the studio where people were partnering up. As the music began and Esme called out instructions along with simple moves to follow, my two left feet let me down as always and I messed up the first part of the routine.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a terrible dancer." I mumbled, becoming increasingly flustered the more times I messed up the routine.

"Don't put yourself down, it takes time and patient to perfect the routines. The main thing is that you're experiencing it; kicking it off your bucket list. You need to enjoy it though, too." He smiled down at me as I peered up into his eyes; looking at them was intoxicating, sucking you in so deep that it was difficult to pull yourself out and back into reality.

Throughout the rest of the class, not once did he break our gaze, staring back at me just as intently. My eyes only ever left his to watch the way he moved his body, his hips would swirl and his feet were completely in sync with the rest of him, allowing him to nail each dance step perfectly. Somehow, as the class progressed and we continued to dance together, I went from forcing myself to try and enjoy the experience, to having fun and feeling free. Whenever Edward spun me around or my un-co-ordinated feet caused me to stumble, a genuine laugh that matched his escaped my lips.

He pulled me in close and placed one hand firmly on my waist, sending shivers throughout my body. My heart raced furiously and with each crash against my chest, he somehow became more and more beautiful. I was almost positive he was about to lean in and kiss me until we were tugged out from our own little world and back into reality as Esme announced the end of the class.

Although our gaze had broken, his hand still remained intertwined with mine. Running his free hand through his tousled bronze hair, he bit his lip before turning to me.

"Would you like to grab a cup of coffee? There's a little coffee shop at the end of the street."