Tin Man's Dance by MK Schiller

Author:MK Schiller [Schiller, MK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: All the Words LLC
Published: 2018-07-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Hutch

The studio was all shiny hardwood floors and a wall of mirrors with a balance bar. I took the box she carried out from the changing room. Lilly wore black leggings and an oversized sweater. Wrapped around her legs were tall purple boots. They’d been taunting me all day. Around her neck was an orange knit scarf, one her grandmother’s creations. My fingers twitched with a desperate urge to free her long hair from its tight secured knot. She spun around the room slowly, taking a deep breath.

“I practically lived here. This was one of my favorite places.”

I put the box down in a corner. “Then take your time saying goodbye.”

She walked over to the balance beam and ran her hand over it. It was clear that this place meant a great deal to her. She fished the small digital camera from her purse and snapped a few pictures of the studio. She turned the camera to me.

I made a goofy face. “Not my best angle.”

She shook her head and gestured toward me. “You’re here in my studio. My worlds are colliding.”

I leaned against the wall. “I can see you in this room, practicing and working.”

“Joseph and I choreographed our routine here.”

“As much as I enjoyed it I’ve never been so jealous in my life.”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, I thought there might be something going on between you two. There was chemistry.”

She laughed, patting my chest. “An integral part of dancing is acting. The reality is Joseph would probably rather tango with you than me.”

“I see.” I grinned with equal parts relief and surprise. I took off her jacket and her scarf. I hung them on the hook near the entry. I did the same with my coat. “Did you always want to be a dancer?”

“No.” Her answer surprised me. “My mom owned a dance studio. I took classes, but she never forced me. I was good…really good with the potential for great, but I just didn’t practice enough.”

“What changed?”

“After my parents died, I decided I wanted to be great, you know? I spent hours at it. It became my life. In some ways, it kept me sane. I could act out my emotions without falling apart.” She stared down at her feet. “Does this even make any sense?”

“It does to me.”

She looked at my image through the mirror. I placed my hands on her hips, leading her to the center of the room.

“Will you dance for me, Lilly?”

She tilted her head back, biting her lower lip. I quickly freed it with my teeth. She moaned as I tasted her mouth, my erection growing against her lower back. Her touch and taste had become an addiction for me. Like any good addict, I planned to overdose.

“I won’t dance for you, James. But I will dance with you.”

“In case you forgot, I’m not a great dancer.”

“I can’t think of a better partner than you.”

I refused to read into her statement. I’d sworn to enjoy the moments we spent together and accept them for the great gifts they were.

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