“Come dance,” he repeats, spinning suddenly.
“You’re insane.” I shake my head. “I’ll get soaked.”
Blake grins. “Isn’t that the point of dancing in the rain?”
“It’s getting crazy out there. I’m getting wet even standing here because of the damn windows!” I move into the center of the shelter. “Freakin’ hell.”
“So what’s the problem? Come on.” He holds a hand out, his long fingers begging me to grasp them. I look from his hand to his eyes, his twitching lips, his wet hair dripping down his face.
“I … No.”
“Trust me.” He’s not asking me. “Trust me, Abbi. Just two minutes. That’s all you have to do. Just take my hand and dance in the rain with me for two short minutes.”
“Why are you so determined to get me out there? If you want to dance, we can do that here.”
He steps back under the shelter and takes my hovering hand. He’s wet but heat radiates off him and wraps around me. Our faces are inches apart as I look up at him and he down at me.
“Because I see the way you lose yourself when you dance and I want you to lose yourself like that with me. I want you to get lost in me. It’s selfish but I don’t care.”
I breathe in sharply and try to ignore the way his grip on my hand tightens. “I don’t … I don’t know if I can let myself,” I whisper.
“Sure you can. You just admitted you don’t have to pretend with me. And you don’t.” Blake takes my other hand and slowly pulls me forward. “All you have to do is close your eyes. I promise you, you won’t get lost alone.”