You watched Georgia as she sailed around the room on the arms of one man, then another. She was always smiling, always graceful, always gazing into his eyes like he was the only man she had danced with that evening. The only man she wanted.
You knew better. You would let her have her fun now, but Georgia was going home with you. You were biding your time, trying to notice anything that would help you out.
Georgia seemed friendly with a girl who was sitting every other dance out. You decided to approach that girl first, share a few dances, make Georgia think that was who you wanted.
It worked for three dances in a row, until the other girl said she was too tired for another. You pushed her as far as you could without making a scene, but she seemed immune to your charms. So once again, you sat on the sidelines and watched.
Georgia hadn't danced twice with the same man. You started to worry that you might not have a chance with her at all. As the orchestra started to wind down, you knew you had to change your plans. You felt frantic inside but tried to keep a calm exterior.
You couldn't let her leave without you. You didn't know when you'd get another chance like this. But if you let another man walk her home, you wouldn't have a shot.
As the last note rang out, you were as prepared as you could be. Her last dance partner took her arm and they walked to the coat check, but you were already there, waiting with her coat slung over your arm.
"Your wrap?" you asked when she approached. She hid her surprise well as she allowed you to help her into her coat and take her arm from her last partner's. He stood there like he was going to object, but turned and went to get his own coat.
You firmly started guiding her to the door, but were surprised when she actually went along with you. You thought it would be harder than this.
In the parking lot, she stopped and looked around for a car. "We're walking," you gruffly told her, tightening your grip on her arm ever-so-slightly.
She tried to pull back. "Keep walking," you warned her. She did, hesitantly, glancing back at the lights of the dance hall as they faded into the distance.
"It will be alright," you assured her as you led her into the forest. "I love you. I'm going to take care of you. I just wish you had saved the last dance for me."
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