interesting.”
“W e’re going to have to change that,” she said. “Come.” Jaylah grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Johnny walked so close she could feel the heat jumping off his body. As they moved through the crowd, she’d stop suddenly, causing him to bump into her, feeling something new—sturdy chest, muscled legs, a large bulge—each time. When they’d snaked their way to the middle of the floor Jaylah turned and rested her hands on his shoulders as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“I already kn ow you can dance,” she told him, “I saw you.”
“I saw you too,” he said, before laying a hand on her hip.
They swayed together exchanging flirty glances, coquettish smiles, and touching just enough to excite them both. Jaylah let her fingers lightly trace the back of Johnny’s neck as they moved in unison. She could feel him loosen just a bit as tension slipped from his shoulders. She pictured herself kissing him then, but held back. She wanted him to make the next move.
Jaylah spun around and danced with her back to Johnny. He pressed into her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt safe nuzzled in his arms, and her brain skipped ahead to what it would feel like to wake up beside him, energized after a night of lovemaking. Even though she rarely cooked, Jaylah fanaticized about serving him breakfast in bed. Griiiiiiits , she thought as the Jill Scott line popped into her head.
She leaned into him and moved her hips in time with the beat. She placed her hand over his and he entangled her fingers.
They danced, fused together, for nearly an hour speaking with their bodies, instead of words, neither one daring to let go.
Jourdan found them and broke their trance. “Hey, if you’re going to get the Tube, you best head out. It’ll be shutting down soon.”
Jaylah was confused. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Almost midnight. I’ve got to get back to Shepherd’s Bush as well. Ready?”
Jaylah looked at Johnny, she didn’t want to leave. “I can take the night bus.”
“To Highbury? That’ll take forever,” Jourdan warned.
“I can give you a lift,” he said, “I live in Camden.”
Jourdan searched her friend’s face for hesitation, then took out her phone. “Smile,” she commanded, snapping a picture of the pair. “See this?” she asked him. “If anything happens to my sister I’m going straight to the police. Got it?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Got it.”
Jourdan gave Jaylah a hug. “Call me in the morning. Don’t forget,” she said before leaving.
“Your friend is crazy,” Johnny said, still laughing.
“She’s just a bit protective,” Jaylah said, heading back to her seat to collect her things.
“How long have you know each other?”
“Almost a month.”
“A month ?” Johnny repeated, confused.
“I know. But we’re like those Horder twins,” she said. He still looked perplexed. “You know those little girls? They had the same parents, looked alike, and loved the same things. Only difference? One was black and the other was white.”
“Ahh, yes. I remember reading something about them in the Guardian, ” he finally said.
“ That’s Jourdan and me. We just clicked and we’ve been kinda inseparable ever since.”
Johnny stepped aside to let her exit the club first. “I hope you don’t mind walking a bit. I had a dinner meeting in the area and parked near the restaurant.”
“Not at all. It’s actually quite nice out tonight,” Jaylah said, appreciating the warm weather that had descended on the city. “It finally feels like summer.”
“ Yeah it does,” he said, moving to the outside of the sidewalk. Jaylah appreciated his nod to old school chivalry. “So, you’ve been here a month? Where’s home?”
“America,” she said instinctively.
He laughed, “I can tell. Where about?”
“Oh, right. Los Angeles.”
“And you wanted to come to London?” Johnny sucked his teeth.
“Why does
“W e’re going to have to change that,” she said. “Come.” Jaylah grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Johnny walked so close she could feel the heat jumping off his body. As they moved through the crowd, she’d stop suddenly, causing him to bump into her, feeling something new—sturdy chest, muscled legs, a large bulge—each time. When they’d snaked their way to the middle of the floor Jaylah turned and rested her hands on his shoulders as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“I already kn ow you can dance,” she told him, “I saw you.”
“I saw you too,” he said, before laying a hand on her hip.
They swayed together exchanging flirty glances, coquettish smiles, and touching just enough to excite them both. Jaylah let her fingers lightly trace the back of Johnny’s neck as they moved in unison. She could feel him loosen just a bit as tension slipped from his shoulders. She pictured herself kissing him then, but held back. She wanted him to make the next move.
Jaylah spun around and danced with her back to Johnny. He pressed into her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt safe nuzzled in his arms, and her brain skipped ahead to what it would feel like to wake up beside him, energized after a night of lovemaking. Even though she rarely cooked, Jaylah fanaticized about serving him breakfast in bed. Griiiiiiits , she thought as the Jill Scott line popped into her head.
She leaned into him and moved her hips in time with the beat. She placed her hand over his and he entangled her fingers.
They danced, fused together, for nearly an hour speaking with their bodies, instead of words, neither one daring to let go.
Jourdan found them and broke their trance. “Hey, if you’re going to get the Tube, you best head out. It’ll be shutting down soon.”
Jaylah was confused. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Almost midnight. I’ve got to get back to Shepherd’s Bush as well. Ready?”
Jaylah looked at Johnny, she didn’t want to leave. “I can take the night bus.”
“To Highbury? That’ll take forever,” Jourdan warned.
“I can give you a lift,” he said, “I live in Camden.”
Jourdan searched her friend’s face for hesitation, then took out her phone. “Smile,” she commanded, snapping a picture of the pair. “See this?” she asked him. “If anything happens to my sister I’m going straight to the police. Got it?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Got it.”
Jourdan gave Jaylah a hug. “Call me in the morning. Don’t forget,” she said before leaving.
“Your friend is crazy,” Johnny said, still laughing.
“She’s just a bit protective,” Jaylah said, heading back to her seat to collect her things.
“How long have you know each other?”
“Almost a month.”
“A month ?” Johnny repeated, confused.
“I know. But we’re like those Horder twins,” she said. He still looked perplexed. “You know those little girls? They had the same parents, looked alike, and loved the same things. Only difference? One was black and the other was white.”
“Ahh, yes. I remember reading something about them in the Guardian, ” he finally said.
“ That’s Jourdan and me. We just clicked and we’ve been kinda inseparable ever since.”
Johnny stepped aside to let her exit the club first. “I hope you don’t mind walking a bit. I had a dinner meeting in the area and parked near the restaurant.”
“Not at all. It’s actually quite nice out tonight,” Jaylah said, appreciating the warm weather that had descended on the city. “It finally feels like summer.”
“ Yeah it does,” he said, moving to the outside of the sidewalk. Jaylah appreciated his nod to old school chivalry. “So, you’ve been here a month? Where’s home?”
“America,” she said instinctively.
He laughed, “I can tell. Where about?”
“Oh, right. Los Angeles.”
“And you wanted to come to London?” Johnny sucked his teeth.
“Why does
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