I stiffened as our bodies touched and bowed my head. He immediately took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look up at him.
“What’s the matter?” Jonathan asked.
“I can’t,” I answered shamefully. “I don’t know how to dance.”
I expected him to mock me, but instead he just shrugged and placed one of my hands upon his shoulder and then held the other in his hand. He pulled me gently to him, so close I could feel his heart beating against my own chest.
“Then let me show you,” he said softly as we began to sway back and forth.
I trembled under his touch as we moved across the deck. I kept my head down, watching my feet to keep from crushing his toes.
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered without looking up.
“Of course,” he mumbled against my forehead.
I stopped dancing and looked up at him, “Why aren’t you out here dancing with some girl from first-class?”
He laughed, lifted me off my feet and twirled me around.
“Is that what you want?” He asked, as he set me back on my feet. “Should I go back to the boredom of first-class? To the ladies that only care for money or position?”
“Tis a burden I’m sure,” I mumbled sarcastically.
Jonathan held me tightly in his arms, “Do you really want to know?”
I dared to look up at his face, “Yes.”
“All right,” he said as he lowered his face so that it was just inches from mine. “It was the kiss.”