Chapter 35: Isabelle: He Unravels Me
He takes my hands and places them on his waist, keeping his hands over mine. I swallow the lump in my throat, trying - and failing - not to focus on the fact that I'm touching his slim, svelte body. "We need to work on your hips, Belle. You're way too stiff."
"My hips are as loose as they're going to get."
"We'll see about that."
I give him a disbelieving stare, but it doesn't seem to faze him.
"The sand is uneven, and that makes it easy to manipulate. See?" He digs the balls of his feet into the sand and moves his hips in rhythm to the music.
I flex my fingers against his waist and memorize the way his body feels as he moves. The ease and precision of each sway of his hips is mesmerizing, and I can't look away. He makes it look so easy. Effortless.
"You try." He moves his hands to my waist, and I freeze. "Just squish your feet into the sand. Like this." He demonstrates, and his body moves with such grace and precision.