“Oh, Jesus,” I muttered. If ever there was a less appropriate song for my first dance with Archie, “I’ll Make Love to You” was it.
“This song is perfect, huh?” He apparently felt otherwise.
“How, Archie? How is this appropriate?” I asked him, extending the arm I’d just put around his waist to keep some distance between us.
“Well, me…Boyz II Men.” One of Archie’s hands cupped me firmly at the small of my back, while the other massaged my shoulder, as if trying to find the perfect amount of pressure to put there. “You told me to go away and come back a man.” He closed the gap between our cummerbunds with a step and a yank. Apparently, he was going to lead.
“I apologized for that.”
“You did, and I accepted. Let me make my point.”
“You’re bossy as a man.”
Archie chuckled.
I relaxed some.