As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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Hand in hand, we made our way to a clear area, my palpitating pulse heavy in my chest. When he turned to me, I could guess at the uneasiness within him. Him getting a quick lesson on dancing and inviting me was far off his comfort zone. But he wanted to do this for me.
Before I could tell him we didn't have to if he wasn't comfortable, he took his position in front of me, placing his hand on my hip. It was a salsa, so I corrected his posture, pulling his hand higher and resting mine on his shoulder.
His mind was running at full speed, probably repeating himself all the things he'd learned about the steps and rhythm. He was so adorable and considerate, it made me grow emotional.
"Just relax and let me guide you," I offered with a sweet smile. He nodded and braced himself with a deep breath.
Slowly, I initiated our dance, following the suave tunes blasting from the speakers. Lex was way too stiff and rigid for this, but we made do. More or less. His feet game wasn't too bad, but he was constantly focused on the steps, rather than enjoying the moment.
We bumped into each other when he didn't move the way he was supposed to, and his clumsiness was so endearing that I giggled. The frustration made him groan, but I offered him a reassuring smile.
"Relax, baby," I reminded him.
"I'm trying."
It lasted for a few seconds with no incident, until he stopped on my toes. "Ouch," I whimpered.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I really thought I could do it. Fuck, I'm an idiot."
"No, it's okay. You just need more time is all. This is too much, too fast. Give me a second."
Leaving him in the middle of the dancefloor, I quickly went to the person in charge of the music, a cousin, to ask him for a more suited song. El Cuarto De Tula was too advanced for Lex.
I excitedly went back to him, his curious gaze on me. As I reached him, the music faded into a new song, slower than the one before. The suave rhythm of Bésame Mucho by Los Panchos resonated in the room. The atmosphere changed instantly, and the surrounding dancers changed positions, holding each other more closely.
It was one of my favorite songs, one I'd heard my entire life. It was deep and profound, the lyrics particularly poignant.
Lex wasn't sure what was the proper course of action, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.
"Hold me," I instructed. He did just that, his strong arms hugging me with tenderness. Resting my cheek on his chest, I guided him into a slow spin, our bodies flushed together, his chin resting on top of my head, the regular beat of his heart in my ear.
We remained like this for a moment, in this intimate embrace, oblivious of the other couples around us. The world around us shrunk until Lex was all that was left. It was just him, me, and the music. The lyrics had never struck me so hard before. It was all about the fear of losing your loved one, about the unknown of tomorrow. I had been scared about this, absurdly scared that I might lose Lex. Scared things would end, things wouldn't work out.
