Marcus heads off with him as Harper makes her way back to my side. “You two are looking pretty cozy.”
“Stop it.”
I don’t need Harper getting any ideas in her head.
“You two would make a cute couple.”
“Harper, seriously?”
I also don’t want her putting any ideas inmyhead. Because it won’t happen.
“I’m done, I’m done.” She throws her hands up. “I’ll just focus on Marcus tonight.”
“Who’s focusing on me?” Marcus and Troy are back, red Solo cups in hand.
“Me.” Harper presses a kiss to his lips before dragging him off to dance. “Let’s go, baby.”
“Want to dance?” Troy asks.
“Not yet. I need way more liquid courage before that happens.”
“You? I bet you have moves, Angie.” Troy’s eyes make a slow walk up my body. It sends tingles racing through me.
I laugh, sipping on the beer, shaking off the feelings. “More like a turtle flailing around on his back.”
“I doubt that.”
“You overestimate my skills, Troy.”
“Okay.” Troy grabs my cup midsip and sets it down on a table behind us. “Now you don’t get a say.”
“In what?”
Troy rests two hands on my hips, turning me to him. He leans down, his breath a whisper against my ear. “Will you dance with me?”
The way his breath flutters over me has goose bumps erupting all over my skin. There’s only one answer. Saying no to Troy never even enters my mind.
Slipping my hand into his, I walk out onto the dance floor.
Bodies are everywhere, pressing the two of us closer together. I run my hands up his broad chest. His hands land on my hips, moving us to the beat.
I’ve always wondered what Troy felt like. Every time we’re together, he wears shirts that cling to his every muscle.
Feeling them now under my fingers? I want to strip his shirt off and see what they feel like without this fabric.
Because muscles he does have. Ones that send dirty thoughts racing through my brain.
Someone bumps into me from behind, and Troy pulls me farther into his space. There’s no room between us.
I hate how perfectly I fit with him, like a puzzle piece. Ishouldn’t be thinking that, but I am. My hands are moving on their own, clasping his neck.
I want to run my hands through his hair, feel how soft it is.
His eyes widen as they stare down at me. It’s like we’re the only two people in this crowded house. Troy’s gaze doesn’t waver. He is only looking at me.
It’s an overwhelming feeling being under his stare like this. His eyes hold so much emotion. Emotions that are telling me he wants me.
“You’re better than you think,” Troy tells me. His lips vibrate against my ear. I want to feel those lips everywhere.
