WIPpet Wednesday: A dance

Happy Wednesday! It’s been a busy week, what with multiple performances over the weekend. We’re back to a somewhat normal schedule for a few weeks, but then spring concert/recital season starts. After that, we’re busy through June. Then I send my “baby” on a trip all the way to Texas for a few days.

I’m still working on and off in Minuet, though I’m also doing multiple editing projects, putting together an anthology, curating a book list, and writing a short story for a submission. I don’t have a lot of time for Mack and the gang.

Still, I’m snipping from Minuet again this week. Last time, Jomari agreed to stay for a bit. Now he and Mack are left alone at their table. Let’s see what happens.

WIPmath: 4/18/2018 = 4 + 1 + 8 + 2 + 0 + 1 + 8 = 24 sentences

There wasn’t time for more conversation. The band started another song, and they were loud enough it was hard to hear. Nate tapped Mack’s shoulder and motioned he was going to the bar area, away from the stage where it was somewhat quieter. Mack nodded and watched him go.

He was left alone with Jomari. Being abandoned with a sexy stranger wasn’t a bad thing. Mack could work with that as long as it wasn’t too awkward for Jomari. He brushed Jomari’s hand with the back of his own. There were dozens of ways to make his interest clear. He only had to pick one.

Before Mack could say anything, Jomari asked, “You want to go dance?” He practically had to shout it in Mack’s ear. God, these fools were loud.

“I don’t really—” Mack caught the heated, flirtatious look in Jomari’s eyes. “Yeah, all right.” It beat sitting there wishing the band would turn down the volume so they could talk.

There were a lot of people in the small area, which meant they were closer than they might have been otherwise. Mack couldn’t have said later what happened, exactly. One minute they were simply dancing, and the next they were fully in each other’s personal space. All around them, there were people pressing in, forcing them into tight contact.

It wasn’t any hardship. The heat and the rhythm of the other bodies swelled as the band switched to a slower, sensual song. Maybe this was exactly what Mack needed to get his mind off everything—a crowded bar, ear-shattering music, and a sexy dance partner. He sank into the beat, letting his worries fade.

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