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Chapter Four

POV Baby

Blue Eyes

Billy's Cousin, Johnny, lined up with the other dancers. With Penny, he danced down the column, stepping from heel to toe, and incorporating side steps, kicks, and even some dirty dancing. As he neared the end of the line, he slowed. Johnny walked over with a devil-may-care smirk on his face, looking right at me, and beckoning.

Blue eyes.

My heart lept into my throat as Johnny beckoned to me. He wanted to dance. With me. I feel my heart racing in fear. I had no idea how to dance, much less like this. What if he didn't like me? What if he laughed when he found out I didn't know how to dance?

Helplessly, I look to Billy. Johnny took my hands without even asking, and lead me out to the floor. Fearfully, I looked at Billy again, who shrugged at me as though this was commonplace. Johnny stopped in the middle of the floor. He gestured to his knees, "Bend your knees." When that piece of information went in one ear and out the other, he repeated, "Bend your knees." Johnny pressed his strong hands into my shoulders, forcing me to bend them, "Down." His deep voice went.

Johnny rolled his hips in a circular motion. I copy it as best I can, but still feel ridiculous, gyrating in front of all these people with a complete stranger. Especially when the stranger is literally the most handsome man I have ever seen.

I look around the dance hall. I could feel eyes on me, from every direction. A blush crept up my neck and into my cheeks. My eyes want to look everywhere at once. There's so much to take in. A motion from Johnny drew my attention, his hand pointing to his eyes, "Here. Watch. Watch my eyes," He suggests.

I look back to him. Blue eyes. Not deep blue, not potent, or a spectacularly fascinating shade. No, Johnny's eyes are none of these things. Johnny has eyes that are such a pale blue that it almost looked gray. His eyes were like raindrops, or a stormy sea. His eyes are not what women call dreamy. But they are sharp, and bright. I can see the intelligence in his eyes, the wit. He has eyes that could make grown men cower, and make women fall to their knees, all with one look. Commanding eyes.

But I think they're beautiful. Beautiful in their own way. Beautiful like the rest of him. Those eyes, such a watery blue. It would be nice, I think, to drown in the waters of Johnny Castle's eyes.

"Good," Johnny said, drawing me from my daze. He drew me near to him, hand on my waist. I almost hyperventilated, and just as I was getting used to his touch, he stepped back. "That's better. Now roll this way," He suggests, demonstrating a similar motion, dropping his shoulders further. "Now, watch," He told me, as we continued the motion. Johnny set his hand back on my waist, and came nearer to me, getting closer each time his hips completed a circle. Johnny's eyebrows pulled together in a mischievous grin that said he was having fun.

His touch distracted me again, only this time it caused me to miss a beat. Johnny removed his hand and stepped back, and for a moment, I feared the worst, that he knew why I'd dropped the beat. "Hold on," He told me, assuring that he was completely oblivious. This time, Johnny came in slower. I felt a smile creep onto my face as he set his other hand on my hip.

Johnny grinned down at me, showing perfectly white teeth, and nodded. He took my arms and put them around his neck as we swayed to the music. As I gazed at Johnny, I noticed him mouthing along to the lyrics. Go on, I got you, gonna knock you all night 'cause Baby, I'm a love man.

Blue eyes.

A wonderful beam of rapture slipped onto my face. I wanted to laugh, scream, and sing all at once. I was dancing! With a man, a real one, not the clumsy, boring boys at my high school, who couldn't dance if their life depended on it. A rush of butterflies fluttered in my stomach every time I felt a sliver of his skin brush against mine.

I feel a brief second of panic when Johnny dipped me, but when he did it again, it was gone, and he set his hands back at my waist. I couldn't help but grin when I saw him mouthing the words again, I'm just a love man, good old man. I'm just a love man, fancy man. During the last few lines of the song, I put my arms back around his neck. Johnny twirled me around, and I felt his strong hands disappear from my side. By the time I could see straight again, he was gone, having melted into the crowd.

I lay in bed, unable to get to sleep. Thoughts of Johnny Castle filled my head. It was like I had never left the party. The exhilarating feeling of dancing with him had remained.

I was still dizzy from that last spin, could still feel his hands on me, hear his voice, remember the devious expression he wore as we danced, blue eyes glittering down at me. I could smell Johnny's cologne mingled with his sweat. I smelled like him now, both having rubbed off on me as we danced. I could hear the shuffle of feet on the wood floor, the chatter of other dancers. I could see Johnny's beautiful blue eyes as the sounds of Love Man filled my head, making my heart race.

I might never see Johnny again. I would never talk to him, or get to know him.

But I would never forget him.