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240 pages, ebook
First published July 26, 2011
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"You don't simply feel the rhythm. You must feel the soul, both of the dance and of your partner. The tango isn't something you dance. It's a story you create with another."
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"With the right partner, it's like I'm anchored, and I can do anything."
Ed's lips brushed Laurie's ear, sending electricity through his body, but his words burrowed into Laurie's soul. "I want to be your right partner."
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'I don't ever want to disappoint you. I want to stay here, like this. Always. I don't want to just take care of you. I want you to take care of me too.'
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“What?”
“What are you doing after this?” Ed said again, as if Laurie hadn’t just shouted at him.
This only made Laurie more furious. “I’m going home and sticking pins in my Ed voodoo doll.”
Ed, who had held his hand and told him the past wasn’t his fault. Ed, who drove him crazy, but who, he realized when he was with him, never let him feel alone.
As he stood there staring, letting all those thoughts swirl around him, he decided to stop fooling himself and admit, at least to himself, the real reason he’d been so eager to take Ed home.
So he stepped forward, pushed Ed back against the closet door, and kissed him.
He turned to Ed in disbelief. “Britney Spears?”
Ed bristled. “I don’t want to hear any crap about Britney from somebody who plays La Bouche in aerobics class and goes to Barbra Streisand concerts.”
It was a full Spears album, apparently, and each song was as ridiculous as the one before. They were catchy, yes, but so was the plague.
‘....Streisand's "My Melancholy Baby" began to echo Ed held up his arms in an open dancing embrace and smiled a crooked, slightly shy smile.
“Dance with me?”
He wanted Laurie so desperately that a part of him wanted to plow through and take him, strip him bare and suck him and fuck him until the man couldn't move, couldn't leave Ed's arms.
"You don't just feel the rhythm. You must feel the soul, both of the dance and of your partner. It's a story you create with another."
"Will you let me make love to you, Laurie? Will you trust me to lead? Play with me? It'll be like a dance. There's a line we won't cross. I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Laurie. So stop worrying about it. It gives us something more to look forward to later. The tension, the anticipation, will make it sweeter. Because I want to make love to you any way you'll let me. Dance with me, Laurie."
He put in all the beauty and skill and perfection he had been taught and which he had honed, but he put in something more too, edges and colors and accents that were, he knew, gifts from Ed. Courage, wonder, enthusiasm, hope. This was not only a dance for Ed. This dance, to Laurie, WAS Ed.