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    “do you remember this position?”

    “you mean from the dance?” Ryder hummed in agreement as he skillfully guided Bonnie in a slow dance. Soft music played in the background from the phone in his back pocket. The moment was right to tell her what had been on the tip of his tongue for days now.

    Bonnie’s fingers toyed with his fingers, her thumb hooking gently around his. It was perfect timing. He opened his mouth and froze. Bonnie pulled away when he stopped dancing, “James…”

    He swallowed the lump in his throat, clearing it with a cough. A glare masked his blatant fear and he gave Bonnie a long look, “I-I’m tired.” Without a word, he left her standing there, almost exactly like what happened at the dance.

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James Ryder | 2017 - 2020

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    “I’m going to be sick...”Bonnie stared at the attached picture with a disgusted scowl. It was taken on the night of the dance months ago but she couldn't help the hurt that crept its way into her heart. Why hadn’t Ryder or Janelle mentioned this to her before? 

    Anger replaced hurt.

    Ryder waited until after dark to finally get up the nerve to ask Bonnie over to their star gazing blanket where they spent most of their days and nights. He had everything planned out perfectly, right down to the playlist on his phone.

    “James? what’s this?” Bonnie approached him slowly, her eyes sparkling with excitement and wonder. He held out his arms wearing his signature smirk to mask the nervous feeling in his stomach.

    “Just follow my lead okay?” Confused but compliant Bonnie let Ryder embrace her a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her back. Their hearts raced like Thoroughbreds on race night.

    Ryder slowly slid his hand along her right arm and joined their hands together, fingers fitting together perfectly. His other hand stayed on her waist as he began to slow dance, her hand lazily held in the air.