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Authors: Sheena Binkley
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Two days later, I was still feeling bad about not telling Chelsea about
the dinner party. While waiting for Camille outside the Dance Factory,
I had to reevaluate everything that had been going on since I returned
home. From noticing Camille at the engagement party to the night we
spent together, I didn’t know how to wrap my head around the feelings
I’d been experiencing lately.
As soon as I turned my head toward the street, I noticed Camille approaching me wearing a blue lace maxi skirt and a black tank top; her
long hair was in a high ponytail, and she was wearing barely there makeup. My heart started racing at a rapid speed as Camille came up to me.
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. I had to inhale
the floral scent she was wearing because it was extremely intoxicating.
“I’m good. How about you?”
“Exhausted but good. You ready to dance?” she asked as she gave me
a wicked grin.
“Sure, let’s go,” I said as I opened the door to the dance studio. I let her
go in first before walking in.
We walked inside the studio, immediately sensing the intimate vibe, as a
small group was formed toward the center of the dance floor. Camille
and I realized we were the last to arrive, as the instructor immediately
began the lesson.
“Good evening, everyone. I am Danielle, and I will be your instructor
for the evening. Tonight we will be learning a variety of dances, including the tango and the waltz. Shall we get started?”
stereo to start the music.
“The first dance we will begin is the tango. I want you to partner up,
and we’ll start with the basics.”
“This should be fun,” Camille said as she smiled at me.
I returned the smile, unsure of what to say or do at the moment.
“Now, the tango is basically a two-step method that can be picked up
very easily. With the music, you have to find your rhythm; when you
do, you will go in a counterclockwise circle, but when you walk, make
sure you are on the balls of your feet. You will walk backward once
you go through the counterclockwise motion. Also, look over your
shoulder to know where you’re going. Ladies, look to your right, men
look to your left,” Danielle said.
“When you are facing your partner, the lead, which is the male, will put
his right arm on the lower part of his partner’s back. Make sure your
body is straight when you do this step. With your right hand, you will
draw your partner to you and extend your left arm up and to the side.
Bring your left foot forward first and then your right foot. After the
step, bring your left foot next to your right while keeping your weight
on the right foot.
“Ladies, place your left hand on your partner’s arm above his bicep and
straighten your upper body. Make sure your weight is on the ball of
your feet at all times. Extend your right arm up and to the side. Your
arm should be tense throughout the move. Stand with your feet close
together and step backward with your right foot first and then your
left. Bring your right foot next to your left, while keeping your weight
on the left foot.”
Camille and I watched intently while Danielle demonstrated the move
with her dance partner. The way Danielle and her partner did the steps
made me rethink taking this class. Sure, I could dance, but I didn’t
know if I could keep up with the fast moves of the tango.
Once she was done, it was our turn to practice. I took Camille’s hand
and positioned her toward me, pulling her body close to mine. I gazed
at Camille while she looked at me, giving me a sensual glance.
I held out my right arm, slowly sliding my hand down into position on
the lower half of her back. She started to tense up, which made me
wonder if she was doing it for the dance or if she was nervous to be
this close to me. Camille put her left hand on my arm, providing a soft
touch in the process. A spark started to go through me as I began to
wonder how her touch would feel on other parts of me.
I pulled my left foot forward while Camille moved her right foot backward. We repeated the step, and I pulled Camille even closer to me,
wanting to feel her delicate skin against me. Camille looked nervously
at me as she continued to move her body to the rhythm of the music.
techniques. She came up to us and gave a smile of approval.
“Excellent technique, you two. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
“Nope,” Camille and I both said.
“Well, I’m definitely impressed,” she said as she gave me a pat on my
back before going to the next couple.
“See, I told you that you can dance. You didn’t have to take this class.”
“Well, I’m kind of glad I did.”
“Why?”
“So I can spend more time with you,” I suddenly said.
Camille was kind of taken aback by my comment as she looked down
at the ground.
“We’ve always spent time together; we didn’t need a class to do that.”
I removed my hand from Camille’s back and picked up her chin. I
stared directly into her eyes, wanting to stare into them forever. We
stopped dancing as we both gazed at each other with a look we had
never given each other before, which was a mixture of love and lust.
touch you,” I blurted out.
Camille looked at me, not sure what to say after that comment.
I suddenly felt embarrassed making that statement. Maybe I didn’t
need this class, but I knew it would give me a chance to touch Camille
in a way I never thought about. Sure, we had our share of play wrestling and brother/sister taps, but we never touched each other in a
romantic or sexual way. But as I looked at Camille and the way she felt
against me just now, I definitely wanted to touch her again.
Several of the other couples stop dancing and were watching the scene
between us. Danielle looked at us and started to clear her throat, which
made Camille and I immediately snap out of our trance.
waltz,” she said as she went back to the stereo.
Camille and I turned toward the instructor without even looking at
each other.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
fter learning how to do the waltz, the class was over, and Trevor
and I were alone. We couldn’t rely on any dance moves to occupy our thoughts and avoid what happened in class. A part of me was
jumping up for joy over what Trevor said earlier, but a part of me was
a little upset that he would embarrass us like that in front of a room
full of strangers.
“Can we talk about what I said earlier?” Trevor asked while sitting in
my driveway. As soon as class was over, I bolted out of the dance studio in a hurry. Trevor followed me home, and we were sitting inside his
car trying to decide what to do next.
“You think that’s the only reason I said that? Camille, I’ve been noticing a change in me about you since I first came back.”
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure it out. But when I saw you the
night of the engagement party, it seemed as if maybe we should have
given ourselves a chance with a relationship. I don’t know if I’ve been
feeling this way all along, but my feelings for you have slowly started
to change.”
“Trevor, maybe you’re getting cold feet about getting married, and
you’re using me as an excuse.”
I started to look ahead at my garage in confusion. I’d wanted to hear
Trevor say those words to me for so long, so why was I feeling guilty
about my feelings now?
“Do you feel something for me? Have you ever felt anything for me
besides friendship?”
“Tre...”
“Have you?”
I sighed as I put my head in my hands.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me, Camille?”
“Why would I? You were so in love with Chelsea, I didn’t have the heart
to. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with her or our friendship.”
“Wow, so I guess we were both in denial,” Trevor said.
“How long you been having feelings for me?”
“Does it matter?”
“I would like to know.”
“Since the first day I saw you. At first, it wasn’t full blown, but they
were there; it just sort of progressed.”
Trevor looked ahead at the garage as well, speechless after what he’d
just heard.
I wanted to bail on it anyway, so this will be a good excuse.”
“I’m not bailing on the party, Cam. I’m the one who wanted to do it,
remember? As far as our feelings, maybe we should see where things
are between us.”
“Camille, just trust me, OK?” he said as he put his hand on my cheek.
I smiled as I placed my hand on his.
“And we will go to the dinner party. It’ll be fun.”
I stared at him wondering if we were making a big mistake.
The day finally arrived. The dinner party I’d been dreading to go to.
Although Trevor and I had admitted that something was definitely
there between us, I couldn’t help but think that our charade would
blow up in our faces big time. I couldn’t concentrate at all during work,
and I was supposed to meet Tia at lunch to go over the official proposal the company would submit to Tia’s supervisor later that afternoon.
smiled.
“Great proposal. I’m sure Mr. Davidson will love it.”
“Thanks, I was up all night working on it.”
“Wait, you went to the dance class with Trevor and you were still able
to work after that?”
“Yep, I needed to do something to keep my mind occupied.”
“How did it go anyway?” Tia asked while taking a bite of her chicken
salad.
“It went great, actually. We danced and he blurted out in front of the
class that he has feelings for me.”
Tia dropped her fork, causing a loud clank on her plate.
“Back up; did I hear you right?”
“Yeah, he actually admitted he started to have feelings for me once he
came back to town. Although I should be happy about it, I feel like I’m
the other woman in a bad affair.”
“That’s because you’re too nice. You’re concerned about Chelsea and
what it would do to her if she ever found out her fiancé secretly has
feelings for his best friend.”
“I’m not saying that; I’m just saying that you don’t want anything to
occur because of Chelsea and the fact that Trevor invested so much
into that relationship.”
“What am I going to do? We’re supposed to go to this dinner party
tonight as a couple. What if things between us get out of control?
What if we can’t control our feelings anymore?”
“Camille, can you stop overanalyzing everything and just have a nice
time with Trevor? You two have been best friends for years. Just think
of it as two good friends going out for a few hours. Nothing more,
OK?”
I’d suddenly lost my appetite.
Once getting through the afternoon at work, I was at home looking
through my closet trying to decide on what to wear for tonight. Tia offered to help me get ready for the party, but I insisted on getting ready
on my own. I was going to buy a new outfit for the occasion, but I figured this was just a casual night out with my best friend, nothing more.
Although I was thinking it, my body was saying otherwise.
I searched toward the back of my closet, landing on a dress that still
had the price tag on it. It was a purple, low-cut dress that would definitely accentuate every part of my body. I stared at it, deciding if I
should wear it. I looked at the clock and noticed the time. I had to
shower and change quickly since Trevor would be at my house soon…
After thirty minutes of showering, shaving, and getting my makeup to
look extra perfect, I was ready to go. I glanced at the wall clock in my
living room wondering where Trevor was. The dinner party was going
to be held at Perry’s Steakhouse & Grille, which was a pretty fancy
place. Everyone from both the PR and marketing departments would
be there, making this charade even more intimidating.
“Where is he?” I asked, looking at the clock again.
As soon as I said that, the doorbell rang. I walked toward the door,
hearing my purple heels click back and forth on my hardwood floor.
When I opened the door, Trevor looked at me, not knowing what to
say. He looked at my dress and then at me with a look of desire. I suddenly became shy at how Trevor was acting.
me out from the back too, making me even more nervous.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he glimpsed the back of my hair, which
flowed in waves down my back.
I closed the door and stared at him. He looked incredibly sexy dressed
in a fitted black suit with a crisp white shirt with no tie. I hadn’t noticed
before, but he was letting his hair grow out, making him even hotter. I
wanted so badly to go over to him and kiss those lips of his, but I had
to restrain myself.
to get my clutch and keys.
Trevor started to lick his lips, making my insides exceptionally moist.
Trevor loved to do that, which drove me crazy since I wanted those
lips all over me.
“What you mean?”
“I mean with the relationship. How did it start, why you never mentioned me?”
“Do they really need to know why I don’t mention you?”
“You know they’ll ask. Have they met Eric before?”
“Once at a function.”
“They will want to know, so we’ll make up something on the way.”