"So Sarah, When will you start classes," asked Kate.
"I start tomorrow. I got my schedule today and Caleb helped me get settled in."
Music began to play and Sarah noticed a jukebox in the corner of the room. It was a soft slow dace and Sarah immediately recognized it as Kelly Clarkson's Beautiful Disaster.
Tyler noticed Sarah's reaction and asked, "Would you like to dance Sarah?"
"Umm…sure"
He led her to the dance floor and placed his hands lightly on her hips. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies closer together. Both swayed in rhythm with the soft melody and Sarah looked up to see to bright blue orbs, as clear as the sky, staring at her.
"You know he likes you, right," Tyler asked.
"Huh…who are you talking about?"
Tyler bent down to whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her, and murmured, "The guy trying to murder me with his eyes."
Sarah looked over his broad shoulders and instantly understood what he meant when she saw the way Caleb was staring at the two. Not wanting to get her hopes up, Sarah casually replied, "Tyler, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure, whatever you say princess," he said, letting out another chuckle.
They danced for a few more minuets until the song ended and then Sarah saw someone come up form behind Tyler.
"Mind if I cut in," Caleb asked as another slow song, one that Sarah couldn't remember, started.
"Sure, all yours," Tyler said. He placed Sarah's hand in Caleb's and made his way back to the table.
Caleb let go of Sarah's hand and placed his on her waist, but without Tyler's shyness. Once again, Sarah wrapped her arms around her dance partner's neck and started moving to the beat. She felt so much more at ease in Caleb's arms than in Tyler's. Tyler was sweet, innocent, and endearing but she didn't feel the same as she did in Caleb's.
"You two looked really cute dancing together."
"Really," Sarah looked up smiling at him, "You noticed us dancing?"
"Oh, I think the entire bar noticed and they're planning yours and Tyler's wedding as we speak." A meager smile spread across his handsome face and his hold tightened slightly; not possessively but protectively.
"You know what," she said, drawing closer to his body so their foreheads touched.
His smile grew and he asked, "No, what?"
"I think we, namely you, look cutie…especially when you're jealous."
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