Even as I danced with Willow, I couldn’t help letting my eyes drift over to Nica and Cole every so often. Willow either didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care. I was impressed that Cole was actually dancing…if shuffling his feet counted as dancing. At least he was moving.
At one point Nica had her back against him, his hands on her hips. I tried to squash the jealousy that was bubbling up at the image.
I watched Nica lean in as the song came to a close. Her hands were on his upper arms. She whispered something in his ear. Knowing how she would sing along to the radio at work, I was almost certain that was all she was doing now. It looked so charged though. Like she actually meant the words, and wasn’t just singing them.
Cole fled.
I saw the confusion etched in her expression, even as
