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Christy stood, back pressed against the wall, hoping no one would notice her, just like during the slow dances back in high school—a long time ago—where she always filled the role of wallflower.
“Hello, my name is Roman. Would you be my dance partner?”
Christy looked up into emerald green eyes. A tall man, broad-shouldered with waves of chocolate brown hair spilling onto his collar, smiled at her.
He extended his hand toward Christy. She hesitated, then placed her hand in his. A jolt of electricity shot through her fingertips. Had he felt it too?
After a half-hour practicing three swing dances, Roman, his hand on the middle of Christy’s back, led her to the refreshment table. He poured two cups of punch and handed one to her.
Christy took a long swallow in an attempt to relieve the dryness gripping her throat. She focused on the cup in her hands.
“You did very well with the lessons. Try to relax and have fun.”
Her arms pimpled as his smooth voice rolled over her. She offered a small smile, still suspicious of his interest in her. You know you’d be really pretty if you’d just lose some weight. Words from her past still haunted her.
They finished their punch, and Roman’s green eyes bored into her brown ones. “You have me at a disadvantage.”
“What do you mean?” She chewed a corner of her lower lip.
“You know my name but still haven’t told me yours.” He leaned closer and whispered. “And if you continue to chew that lip, I may be tempted to taste your lips for myself.”
Christy’s lower jaw dropped.
Music began and Roman placed a hand on the middle of her back once again. He lowered his head and spoke softly in her ear. “Shall we dance?”
Her heart thumped in her chest. Did he find her attractive or was he only flirting? As they approached the dance floor, she looked up at him. “My name is Christy.”
He winked at her, and they began to dance.
With each turn around the floor, Christy relaxed a little more, and by the finalnumber, Roman had narrowed the space between them until they were mere inches apart.
When the music ended, Roman clasped her hand. “It’s still early. May I take you for coffee or ice cream?”
“The evening has been delightful, but I think I should go home.”
Disappointment evident in his eyes, he held fast to her hand. “May I see you tomorrow?”
“Why are you so interested in me?” She searched his eyes.
He ran his thumb over the back of her hand. “What is it that you think should dispel my interest?”
She lowered her head. “I … I’m fat.”
“Oh sweet Christy.” He placed a finger under her chin and pulled her head up to meet his gaze. “Don’t you know beauty is in the eye of the beholder? And I see before me a beautiful woman. You are a delightful armful, and I prefer your soft curves to those of less stature.”
In an instant, he drew her into his embrace and placed his lips on hers, offering a brief tender kiss.
As the kiss ended, Christy could barely breathe. Did she dare take a chance on falling in love with this man? Her head said “no”, but her heart reached for his.
His arms still encircling her, his face remained close to hers. “You sure I can’t take you for coffee or something?”
“I guess it would be okay, for a little while.” She took a step back trying to catch her breath.
They exited the dance studio and the humidity of the summer evening pressed in on them.
“Seems like a good evening for ice cream. What do you think?” Roman smiled down at her.
“There’s a local ice cream shop just down the street. Shall we walk?” He still held her hand in his.
They talked as they ate their scoops. Roman made Christy laugh, and she found him quite charming. Her head sent warnings not to let her guard down, but she had prayed for God to send her a special man for so long. As they walked back to the dance studio parking lot, Christy whispered a silent prayer and took a deep breath. “Roman, do you believe in God?”
“Yes, I most certainly do.”
“You sound very sure of yourself.” They reached his car, and she looked up at him.
“That’s because God has answered many of my prayers over the years, and you, my dear Christy, are the most recent one.”
Christy’s heart leaped! “And I believe you are an answer to my long-time prayer. I didn’t know why I came to this swing dance tonight … until now.”
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