Sara spotted Hanna and pulled them to the middle of the floor. The other bridesmaids surrounded them and the boys bopped around behind.
They danced and sang until they were covered in sweat, and for the first time in a really, really long time, Hanna was just having fun. Not worrying about anything—or anyone—else.
That. That was exactly why she’d been looking forward to that weekend. She needed to move her body and shake off some of the shit from that past year. She didn’t even care that Logan tagged along, or that Milo watched. It was just for her.
“We need to get you laid!” Sara yelled over the thumping speakers.
Hanna rolled her eyes, the alcohol settling in. “We really don’t!”
“Please,” she laughed. “Where else do you have a pick of guys who won’t bother you after tonight, and who aren’t at risk for homicide if someone else touches you?” Sara’s eyes flashed over Logan and Milo, who were at opposite sides of their circle, both intently watching them.
“What about him?” Sara yelled, tilting her head toward a guy dancing a few feet away.
He was about as boring as a Vegas club rat could get, but he was dressed nicely and didn’t have a girl clinging to him. And besides, maybe Milo and Logan both needed a reminder that she didn’t belong to either of them.
“Hanna! Come on! Do it for me. When was the last time you even tried to pick someone up?”
She tossed her hair as she danced. “College?”
“Let’s fucking go, Hanna!” Marciela yelled. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, baby!”
Before Hanna could stop her, Maricela shuffled her into the guy behind them, his glazed eyes lighting up at the attention. He wasn’t bad-looking at all—the tall, dark, and handsome type—but he also appeared to be on another planet.
Sara gave her a pleading look, desperate to see Hanna have some fun after watching her mope around those weeks leading up to the trip. She gave in, rotating her hips in his direction, letting him wrap his hands around her shoulders as he pulled her toward him, booze-soaked breath against her neck.
She would not pretend that the contact wasn’t enjoyable. But more enjoyable was the look on the two shocked faces across the dance floor.
While Logan looked decidedly miserable, a spark of something she didn’t recognize in Milo’s eyes intrigued her.
She reached an arm up and touched the face behind her, holding eye contact with Milo the entire time her hips were drifting into the stranger. His hands gripped her thighs and she was sure her dress was riding up, but she didn’t care.
“What’s your name?” he yelled over the DJ.
She shook her head, spinning around to face him and touching both arms as she twisted to yet another remixed pop hit.
“No names,” she said, his eyes widening.
“You’re hot!” he yelled.
“I know!” she yelled back, laughing as he tried to comprehend what game she was playing. She spun again, grinding against him.
“Where are you staying?” he asked against her ear.
“I guess that depends,” she replied, wrapping her hands around his neck. His mouth instantly covered hers. Sara and Marciela both screamed behind her, thoroughly satisfied, but she knew from the second his lips touched hers, it was over.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and it sent her reeling backward.
Shit, is kissing ruined forever?
“Hey!”
“Thanks for the dance,” she called before winding her way back toward Sara, where she was greeted with more screams and laughs.
“What the hell?”He yelled from behind them. Her new friend was definitely not amused with her teasing. She turned back around and shrugged.
“It wasn’t for me,” she said.
“That’s fucked up,” he grumbled, standing over her.
