EXCERPT: “Paisley,” Malachi, tipping on his cotton encased toes, laughed self consciously. “I feel stupid.” “But you’re gorgeous. Oh, Malachi,” She giggled. "If you could see the you I’m seeing, you would love the way your muscles are popping through those tights.
You’re doing so much to my senses.” “You lie. You just talked me into these tights because I made fun of those ballet dancing guys on that movie. I see you laughing at me behind your hands. I told you I don’t dance, but since I promised I would do this just for you, I’ll get it over.” Jumping in the air to try one of the dainty twirls she’d showed him, he slipped on the hard wood floor and landed in a laughing withering ball of pain. He rolled from side to side howling like an injured mutt. Clutching first one knee than the other, issuing them comfort, stopping short when he realized she was filming him with her phone. “You wait Paisley, I owe you big time.” Pulling his weight upright to his knees until he was waist height to Paisley, Malachi crawled after her as she backed out of his reach, chasing her around the room while reaching for her phone. “You take me completely out of my element and then you film it. You can believe I’ll never dance for you again.” On the end of the second trip around the sofa he over took her and tilted her to the cushion of the couch. Tickling her until he claimed control of the phone. This video fits so well. https://youtu.be/e7bZsRo13cYe
