“Let’s find out,” I answer, stepping back as I start walking towards the dance floor, motioning her to follow. She pauses for a moment, taking a sip of her drink before she places it aside and walks towards me. Once she reaches me, a small message appears in front of me.
I’m still mad at you.
“I’ll make it up to you. For now, let’s see how good you dance. Can you keep up?” I mockingly hold out my hand to her.
Without question,she writes, accepting the challenge by placing her hand in mine just as a new song begins to play.
I smirk. Well, this is going to be fun.
JustFriends
Theo
Ihold out my hand to her, and I’m a little too aware of how damn tiny it is. Look at her the way you normally do, man, not deeper. Don’t notice more than you should.
You clean up decent,she writes, looking anywhere but my face.
I smirk. “I always look good, Blondie, you just don’t see it. What about you, trying to impress someone?” I ask, knowing that wanker Holden is probably watching and seething with jealousy. Yeah, sure, he was a dickhead to her, but I’m sure he regrets that breakup.
She rolls her eyes, placing her hand on my shoulder.
There’s no one here worthy to dress up for.Her words appear before me as the next song begins. It’s not slow, but it ain’t damn fast either.
“Damn, that’s harsh,” I reply lightly, placing my hand onher waist. The fabric is thin, and I can feel her beneath my fingertips.
I hope I didn’t hurt your ego,she adds with a mocking smirk.
“Like I always say, Sweetcheeks, my ego is way too big to get hurt,” I answer in a soft, mocking tone as we start moving lightly, shifting steps and moving to the rhythm with ease. She’s light on her feet, graceful, not that there’s any surprise there.
I look down between us, my eyes falling on her cleavage, and I look away instantly.
I wonder where you get your cockiness from. Your parents aren’t like that.Her message pops up without her even having to move a finger.
“Well, I heard my grandad was quite cocky,” I smirk, glancing to see if he’s around, to see him dancing with Grandma.
They’re a beautiful couple,she writes, glancing their way.
I nod. “Yeah, guess they are.” I spin her out, her dress flares around her knees, but she’s smooth and confident, going with it with perfect precision. But when I spin her back into my arms, she misjudges the step by a fraction of an inch, enough for her back to press firmly against my chest.
My hand instinctively slides to her stomach, steadying her.
Everything stops.
Her breath.
Mine.
The music fades.
The whole damn room is muted out.
And then the pounding of her heart reaches my ears, loud and fast, like a galloping horse.
The heat of her body radiates against me. Her fingers close around my forearm, not pulling away, though, almost as if she’s keeping my hand there.
My head is racing with a thousand fucking thoughts. The sounds around me rush back, bringing me back to reality.
“You good?” I murmur near her ear. The aim was to sound playful, but it comes out lower, rougher.
