Abby,” he signed.<br /> “Hmm?”<br /> “I have a confession to make.”<br /> “Okay,” she said quietly.<br /> “I love watching you dance,” he said.<br /> Well… that wasn’t what she was expecting. At all. “Really?”<br /> He nodded. “I’m actually a little in awe of the way you dance and move and …” He stopped.<br /> Abby sat up a little and looked at him. “What? What were you going to say?”<br /> “Never mind,” he said shyly and tried to pull her in for another kiss. <br /> But her curiosity got the better of her. “Uh-uh. Come on. What were going to say?”<br /> Dean signed. Loudly. Rolling onto his back, he flung an arm over his eyes as if he were embarrassed to look at her. “I kind of…dammit.” Another sigh. “I kind of fantasized about watching you dance. Just for me.”<br /> Wow. That was totally unexpected too. “Like… a striptease?” she asked, slightly confused.<br /> He shook his head. “No. More like just doing what you do in class. But… just for me. And maybe… just wearing something sexy.