This Could Have Been Our Song!: A coulda woulda shoulda ballad Read Online Free PDF Page B

and his girlfriend Nella. It’s Lucia’s birthday,” I said before showing them their seats.
    “ Nice to meet you.” Lucia shook both their hands.
    “ Happy birthday, Lucia,” Nella said, genuinely smiling back to her then she turned to her sister. “Noor.”
    “ Nella,” she said, matching her cold tone. “Long times no see,” she added, sitting next John while Lucia sat next to me. “I see you’re still with John.” She turned to John. “Always a pleasure to see you, John.”
    “ Congratulation for the wedding,” he replied then quickly turned to Lucia. “Happy birthday, Lucia, and may I say you look dashing tonight.” He took her hand for a kiss, which made her blush.
    Our bottle arrived and we all toasted the birthday girl. Apart from some strange looks from Nella directed at me, things were going well. We all talked and laughed, ordered a second bottle, even started a third one. My hands were never far from Lucia ’s arms and her eyes never left mine.
    A familiar guitar solo started in the other room, making L ucia and Noor get all excited.
    “ Oh my God! ‘Head to Toe’!” Lucia shrieked. “I wrote this song for Jonnie Lynch! Her biggest hit to date.” She took my hand. “Just Marcus, let’s go dance.”
    Nella whispered to me as I was leaving, “That’s not right, Marcus.”
    Lucia led me to the dance floor downstairs and I spun her around.
    “Oh my, Twinkle Toes, you weren’t kidding earlier; you do know how to dance. Let’s do this!” And we did. We danced to the next song, then the next and the next. Lucia was sometimes lip-singing to the words, staring straight into my eyes. Eventually, her hands traveled from my back to the back of my head and she lowered it and kissed me – a soft, sweet, teasing kiss. I couldn’t let her get away with that and deepened that kiss. She tasted like champagne and something else, something addictive and of course, I instantly got hooked on it.
    She slowly released my lips. “Hi, Twinkle Toes.”
    “ Hi Luce,” I whispered against hers and took them again. I held her closer and tighter to me. I looked around and noticed that Nella, Noor and even John were also dancing like the professional dancers they were. Show offs! Lucia was very good too. I’ve been blessed with rhythms but five years in The Royal Academy Of Music with John made me much better.
    “ I Need to know” from Marc Anthony started and John came to us, leaving Nella dancing with someone else.
    “ May I? I really like what I’ve seen so far.” Not even waiting for a response, he took Lucia away from me with a wink.
    “ Of course you can,” she giggled, then announced, “Now dancing the samba, Lucia and her partner, John.” And I watched as they started to execute a perfect samba. Scratch that; it was a professional executed one and John had never been an easy-to-follow partner. I went to Noor and we started dancing.
    “ She’s adorable isn’t she?” she said.
    My look shifted toward John and Lucia, dancing and laug hing. “Yes she is,” I answered, smiling to her. “And so are you.”
    “ I know,” she smirked back.
    “ Is she a professional dancer too?”
    “ Until the age of twenty she was the best dancer I’d ever seen,” she answered. “She moved to other passions after that.”
    My gaze was always on Lucia and hers on mine. By the time they started to play “No me Ames”, I went to get her back from John.
    “ Missed me, Luce?” I asked her.
    She brought her lips to mine for a kiss – a real, deep, long kiss. “John is a better dancer,” she answered.
    “ I bet he does this for a living,” I said before kissing her again. “What’s with the Marc Anthony marathon here?”
    Lucia laughed, turning around and pressing her back against my chest. It felt amazing. “Noor’s doing, I’m sure.” Her hands were caressing my face and I kissed her neck. “It’s her favorite singer.”
    She turned around at the end of the song. I couldn ’t speak