Can't Compete

Audrey

I looked over at Jesse and grimaced, suddenly realizing that he was still standing there. He had heard all of that. I winced, looking down. “Sorry you had to hear that,” I said.

I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. Jesse shook his head but didn’t say anything.

“What are you thinking about?” I finally asked.

Jesse sighed. “I had a realization when I was watching you dance, and I’m only getting more and more sure of it,” he said.

“What realization?” I asked, frowning.

At first, I didn’t think he was going to tell me, but finally, he shrugged. “There’s just no way that I can ever compete,” he said.

I stared at him blankly. “Like, in a dance competition? You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who would want to compete in a dance competition.”

Jesse gave me an exasperated look. “Not what I meant,” he said. “I don’t know how I could ever compete with dance. When it comes to your heart, dancing is always going to be more important to you. Important enough that you’re willing to br