“It’s fine. As soon as I can, I’ll get in and get bloodwork done. More than likely it’s the anemia I’ve struggled with most of my life.”
“Thank you,” I said, curling my arm back around her body. “Thank you for doing that for me.”
Chapter 28
Macey
Spring formal camemuch too quickly, and my exhaustion didn’t ease up. Every time I reminded myself to go get bloodwork done, something came up that stopped me from doing it. By the night of the dance I still hadn’t’ remembered, but my mind was elsewhere. On the dress, the one that flowed and caressed itself perfectly around my body. On the limo that Jayce and Dalton had rented for the four of us, picking me up in style, a bouquet of roses tucked into Jayce’s hand as he took my arm and led me from the front door of the apartment and into the luxurious ride.
“My god,” he breathed as he scooted in next to me. “You’re a vision, milady.”
“You’re not too bad yourself, sir,” I said, fighting the warm tingle between my legs as Jayce stared at me, a burning flame of desire flickering behind his eyes. He was dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, his hair combed back, and sexy, black dress shoes polished and gleaming. We looked good. Really good.
“I knew that dress was the one,” Candace said, leaning across the seat to hug me. She was dressed in a stunning red strapless, and her blond hair was pinned back, braided against her head, and I only wished I could have done my hair that well.
“You look beautiful,” I told her. “Stunning, actually.”
“Doesn’t she?” Dalton murmured, and I realized that he hadn’t taken his eyes off her for even a single second.
“I think we got the reactions we were hoping for,” giggled Candace as the driver of the limo made his way to the performing arts building where the dance would be held.
“I think so, too.” I scooted closer to Jayce on the open seat and kissed him, resting my hand on his upper thigh, teasing him. Jayce kissed me back as though we were the only two people in the world, uncaring, hungry for me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked softly as the limo pulled up to the entrance of the building. The place was lit up like a spruce on Christmas, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to our surroundings. Shimmering lights and decorations littered the sidewalks, the trees, and the lawn. Jayce took my hand, helping me out of the limo, and Dalton and Candace followed suit. Many students were there already, and they all looked just as good as the four of us. Apparently at ERU, dances were taken seriously.
Jayce and Dalton handed the volunteer our tickets and we made our way into the auditorium. If I thought that it had been lit up and shocking on the outside, it was nothing compared to what was going on inside. There were banners, lights, streamers, a fog machine, a waterfall that trickled a bubbly stream of water, a food table stuffed with snacks and treats and actual dinner, and a beverage table where they served sparkling cider and juice, soda pop and champagne.
It was perfect.
“And all this time I thought going to a school dance would be stupid,” I mumbled, head swimming with the activity around us.
“Well, now that we’re inside,” Jayce said, turning to me. “May I have this dance?”
And so we danced. We danced slow, we danced fast. We ate hors d'oeuvres and sipped champagne and signed our names on the billboard outside. It didn’t take long for the champagne to go to my head, and while it felt good to let go, the nausea in my stomach rolled.
“I’m going outside to get some air,” I told Candace, watching Jayce and Dalton show off on the dance floor with moves that I couldn’t determine were awesome or terrible.
