Chapter 30

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Amelia POV


I followed the lead of the instructor, moving my hips as per her, rolling my hands as her, moving my heels cladded feets as per her lead. It kept my thoughts at bay. My mind focused on following her steps, and rigorous in perfecting every turn and swirl into perfection.

“You are learning fast.” Luke says and I stop dancing. The instructor stops dancing as well. My eyes clashed with his reflection in the mirror as he stood at the threshold of the door, leaning on the doorframe.

It has been a few days since I signed up to learn Salsa.

“Should we do together?” He suggests as he straightened up and walk to me, stopping just an inch away from me. His warmth, caressing my back as my chest heaved up and down as I took huge breaths.

He offered his hand and I looked down at it. I push my hand in his. I look up to see him smile wide and say, “Sweet. Start the music from the start.” One cie he swirls me and brings me face to face with him.

He keeps his one hand on my mid back while the other clasps my palm. My back straight, my eyes looking straight at his grey ones.

The music starts and instantly we tap our feet on the ground on sync. I tilt my back to the south till I can, as his hand caresses my side with the minimal touch. His face inches away from my chest. Our eyes clash in the reflection.

As the beat changes he pulls me up, my one leg wraps around his hips and my hand on his shoulder as we move on the sync of the music.

I untangle my legs from his hips and he twirls me. Suddenly my feet lose balance while twirling. My eyes widens as I yelp and before I can touch the ground, Luke grasp me.

His hand on my wait.

I look up at him through wide eyes.

“Not bad, but you still need a little practice.” He says as he straightens me up. “Is your feet okay?” he asked. He gets down on his feet to check my feet. He presses around my feet and inquires, “Is it paining?”

My eyes clash with the instructor. I get embarrassed for an unknown reason as I stutter out, “N..no.”

He slaps my feet. “That's good.” He got on his feet and asked, “Shall we eat?”

I nod my head. The instructor leaves and we walk to his dining room. 

It's not like I can deny. I am living in his house so the least I can do is agree with him and not throw tantrums like how I did with….

I stop my thoughts before my thoughts can go to him. I used to throw so many tantrums at his house for eating that he had to feed me just to fill my belly.

We occupy the seats opposite of each other. He prepares my plate and puts the flood loaded plate in front of me. I wait till he prepares his own. After he is done preparing his plate we start eating. 

Luke tried everything to keep our small talks intact, but I couldn't keep up with him. My mind would unknowingly go to Agastya. It had been more than a week since he left.

Unknowingly I even had looked at him on social media but the good for nothing account that he had earlier on social media was gone. I couldn't even find the articles that I had read of him earlier. It was as if there never was a painter named Agastya Singhania. And whatever I had read of him before meeting him was all in my mind.

“Is it a habit or am I not interesting enough?” Luke asked, suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” 

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