I could NOT believe it. One, Lucas was talking to me. Two, I didn't start the conversation. Three, Lucas knew my name. And four, he just asked me to dance! I felt slightly light-headed all of a sudden. My insides were knotted and I could feel my legs shaking.
Then it came on. A slow dance. It wasn't a song I particulary liked, which might be a good thing. There are some songs I don't need another reason to love. Lucas smiled at me and took my hand. I couldn't help but shiver at the continued contact. We got to an empty place at the edge of teh crowd...and then I realized something.
"I've never slow-danced before," I squeaked, nearly in a state of panic. I didn't want to make a fool of myself, though I knew I already had.
Lucas just smiled. "That's alright. Just follow my lead. Soon you'll get the hang of it."
I nodded and swallowed nervously. I moved close to him until I felt his warm breath on my forehead. I placed on hand in his and the other on his shoulder. Again I quivered as his hand came to rest on my hip.
"Nervous?" he said with a raised brow. I nodded, a weak smile forming on my features. "Don't be. Just relax." I relaxed somewhat and allowed him to lead me through a smooth dance. Not flawless of course, but I soon grew comfortable in his embrace. The song ended too soon.
We exchanged grins before lacing our fingers together and slowly walked back to the table we had gone to with my friends. Well, maybe he walked. I know I floated.
Brittany and Carly must have seen us coming a mile away. They both glanced meaningfully at our interlocked fingers, then gave me a thumbs-up. Thankfully, Lucas didn't catch it. My best friends skidaddled pretty quick, leaving the table empty for us. We sat down and talked for awhile, never really letting go of each other's hand. Neither of us returned to the dance floor alone or accompanied by anyone else that whole night. But in theory it all made sense to me. Chicken-duck and Duck-taped Pigeon...what could go wrong?