Crawford began leading me around the dance floor. "I'm dancing." "Why aren't you dancing with your date?" "Because I want to dance with you." We moved across the dance floor together. I was trying to be as graceful as possible despite my nerves. "I don't usually dance with pirates," I said. He glanced at me with a relieved smile that made me weak in the knees. "Well, this one wasn't really prepared to give you a choice." His statement brought me back to the guys in high school who tried to force me into things I didn't want to do. Two things were different about Dr. Crawford, however. One was that I knew he was kidding, and two was that I actually wanted him. I felt no pressure whatsoever. Excitement would be a better way to describe what I felt. I thought about our kiss upstairs, and wanted nothing more than to have it happen again. "What did you tell your date?" I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity. "What did I tell her about what?" "About wanting to dance with me?" I asked even though I also wanted to know what he told her we were doing upstairs.
