Staring into my beer, wondering what went wrong, I thought we had something good.
And who the hell dumps someone with a text?
I felt her come up beside me. Turning my head, I saw a cute little blonde anxiously grinning. "Um... I just wondered if you'd like to dance?"
"Dance?" I must have looked confused. She laughed and explained, like I was a bit simple. "It's a thing people do, to music, sway back and forth, usually on a dancefloor."
"Sure," I said, enjoying the way she teased.
Why not?
Not like there was anyone else, since I'd just had my ass handed to me by the woman I was planning to marry.
Following her to the dancefloor, I noticed three giggling women craning their necks to watch us, and realized she must have been coaxed to come over and ask me.
As I took her hand in mine, the music slowed, the lights dimmed as a romantic ballad started, and I slipped an arm around her waist.
She felt amazing in my arms, a perfect little package, slender with a nice set of curves. Though I could tell from the look on her face, she was still a little uncertain about dancing with a stranger. "So, was this dare?" I asked her.
Looking a little guilty, she nodded, glancing back at her friends. "I've always been shy. To get me to enjoy myself, they bet twenty dollars that I wouldn't walk up to the hottest guy in here, and ask him to dance."
"You think I'm hot?" I asked, surprised.
She nodded, her eyes twinkling as she ran a finger along my jaw. "Oh, yeah, definitely the hottest guy in here."
Chuckling, I pulled her a little closer, running my hand over her back, surprised at the way she happily wrapped herself around me.
Tipping up her chin, I held her gaze. "So, now that you've asked me to dance, what would they think if you had the nerve to kiss me?"