Chapter 12
The rest of the week passed rather quickly, at school I learned more about Alice and I even begun opening up a little more to her.
Nights I spent playing the piano and trying to get a little closer to Charlie. We always ate dinner together then afterwards I would clean up and join him for a while in the living room.
I hadn't spoken since I thanked him for the gift but I knew he could see the change in me. He stayed quiet, however, and didn't push me.
I hadn't told him about Alice yet; I wanted to wait until I could really tell him.
I was rather excited when Friday arrived because Alice had invited me to watch her dance class after school and then in the evening I would take her on a date.
I couldn't wait to see her dance, whenever she spoke of it her beautiful smile would appear. I wanted to experience every part of her life that made her smile like that.
Her dance class was rather small, only about ten students attended. The dancers were all beautiful and elegant but I could not tear my eyes away from my angel.
Her hair was a little wavy from the rain earlier that day and it fell delicately around her head; her cheeks tinged with pink as she and the class begun their stretches.
I resisted the urge to groan as I watched my angel stretch out her legs.
Her shorts were skin-tight and hugged her small hips deliciously. I could see every little curve of her body and when she reached up to stretch, her shirt lifted and the slither of skin above her waist was visible. I bit down on my lip to mask the moan that threatened to escape.
My angel was a temptress.
Between stretches, Alice twisted around and gave me a coy smile. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing.
For a while, the dancers followed a routine their teacher instructed while an elderly man played the tune to the dance on a large black piano that sat in the corner of the studio.
Alice's instructor then asked my angel to perform the routine she had been practising.
I recognised the song immediately, it was the one she had been dancing to the day I had first met her. I leaned forward in my chair, utterly captivated by my angel. She was hypnotic.
Watching her was torture of the most exquisite kind.
Her dancing was so carefree, as if, in this moment nothing could touch her. Nothing could dampen her spirit.
Joy was emanating from every spin she made and she threw herself across the studio with such ease.
By the end of the routine, Alice had the largest smile on her face as the other dancers crowded around her. Her smile was so infectious, I found myself smiling as well.
Once the class had ended, Alice made her way over to me and wrapped her arms around me. She was so soft and warm and I buried my face into her hair breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo.
Reluctantly I pulled away because as much as I loved having her in my arms we had the rest of the night to enjoy.