Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
My new company isn't home. Harlan is home to me. But the new studio is a close second. They accept me, they want me there, and they don't beat me down. Life isn't perfect. The rest of the ballet world still has plenty to say, but it's a lot easier to ignore when you're surrounded by dancers who just don't give a shit, dancers who treat you like you deserve to be here.
"I was dancing for you," I whisper, tipping my head back until my eyes lock with Harlan's.
The way he smiles… God, I hope he never stops smiling at me just like that, like he knows me inside and out and loves every single loud, messy, complicated piece.
His hand cups my jaw, his fingers feathering across my cheek. He dips his head, his lips brushing mine. "I know," he murmurs into my mouth. "I always know, ballerina."
I kiss him until nothing exists except his taste and the way my heart beats for him. And then he sets me away from him, his eyes soft and wild at the same time.
"Go take your bow, Sophie," he practically growls, his eyes locked on me. The heat and promise in them set my blood on fire, making me ache the same way I always ache for him. "I'll be here."
I know he will. And unlike the people out there—the ones who don't know me—he won't have flowers and praise. He'll have the thing I'll always want most. Him.
Just him.
And maybe, this time, something else, too.
His baby.
It's time.