Jason led Amy out of the restaurant. He dropped her hand and then he spun on the ball of his foot, completing several full turns. He stopped with a jump, planting his feet. “Whoo!”
“I guess you enjoyed your supper?” Amy ran after him as he danced down the street.
Jason leaped onto a planter before jumping and landing with another spin.
“If you were singing, I would think I’d been transported into a musical,” she said, looking up to Jason as he spun around a lamp pole.
He smiled down at her.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re dancing up the street like a mad man.” She laughed.
Jason twirled and executed an undulating body wave before coming to a stop in front of Amy.
The breath caught in her throat as he merged their personal spaces. “You are music that makes me feel like dancing,” he confessed in a low whisper.
Amy expected her face to burst into flames with the heat of her flush, but instead it suddenly was cold and wet. She lifted her face to the sky to watch the sudden downpour overtake them.
She laughed. “It is like a musical, and now it’s raining.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?” Jason asked.
Amy shook her head.
“It means the hero gets to kiss the girl now.”
©2017 Lulu M Sylvian