I could get used to this, Silas thought, scooping up the last of Sofia’s sauce with a heel of bread. Her lashes brushed her cheeks when she tipped her wineglass to swallow the last of the bright, cranberry-colored wine. He got up to switch the record, finding an old Simon & Garfunkel album that reminded him of the wood-paneled rec room in his parents’ first house in New Jersey. His sister had loved all the old records their parents kept down there, playing everything from psychedelic rock to disco when he was too young to really care.
“We may have to save the lemon bars for another time,” he said, patting his stomach. “That was a great dinner.”
“Lemon bars?” Sofia’s lips curved up, and he resolved to bring her baked goods more often.
They cleared the table together. Sofia loaded the dishwasher as Silas gathered up the table settings. He untied the strings from the bakery box and the sugary tang of the lemon bars wafted out. Sofia was scrubbing out the sauce pot when Silas slipped out of the kitchen.
“I know what will go perfectly with those,” she called.
“Me too,” he replied, coming back in. He pulled her hands out of the soapy water and wrapped them in a dishtowel. “Dance with me.”
He led her to the console and dropped the needle. Dusty Springfield’s soulful croon soared out over horns and close backup harmonies. Silas drew Sofia close. He led her effortlessly, silently thanking the dance classes he’d taken for PE credit in college.
They turned and swayed, their bodies in tune for three aching minutes while Dusty begged her lover to “just be close at hand.” Silas could feel the blood move under her skin, smell her perfume and shampoo. Her soft cotton top shifted against his hand on the small of her back. When she laid her cheek against his chest, the warmth of her breath set his pulse jumping. The track ended, but, instead of releasing her, he ended the dance with a searching kiss.
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