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Kit was the first to reply. “Girl, he literally makes a move on you at least twice a day.”

Billie smiled. “There’s this look he gives you. We’ve never seen that look before.”

“He’s beyond interested. He wants you, Vee,” Kit added. “And you want him.”

“You know I do.” I hesitantly looked up at my friends who both looked at me with compassion and excitement. We’d had these sorts of conversations many times, but now things were so close to progressing that it felt so much more real.

“I love hearing you admit it.” Kitana squeezed me gently and then pulled away, throwing her hand up in the air and twirling around. “Vee’s gonna get lucky!” She said as she spun, softly enough that the boys most likely wouldn’t have heard, but louder than a whisper.

“Shhhh!” I pulled her back in, glaring at her playfully. “Nothing's going to happen right now. Honestly, I don’t know how to make the next move. I keep getting flustered and weird around him.”

“You get so cute and blushed,” Kit grinned.

“I literally act like a complete idiot. And I keep turning him down on instinct when I don’t want to anymore. So, I’m still waiting for him to make the first move … or the next move or whatever … but when he does, then yes, I won’t push him away again.” Billie encouragingly patted my hand that was locked in her arm as I continued, “I honestly can’t stop thinking about that kiss. He’s literally on my mind all the time. He’s infiltrated my thoughts. I don’t know how he did it and I never expected it coming here, but there’s no point denying my attraction to him anymore.”

“There really isn’t, baby girl. You have the hots for each other. Just bang him already.” Kit really had a way with words.

It was my turn to roll my eyes at her. “We’ll see what happens. Ugh, the things this will do to his ego!”

“I don’t think it’s possible for it to get any bigger,” Billie added.

“Oh, it might after this,” Kit countered. “But you’ll be getting laid so it’ll be worth it.” We all laughed as we waited for the boys to catch up, and then continued to walk down the street until we eventually stopped to catch a cab to the club.

CHAPTER 30

We arrived at the familiar pizza shop and headed into the club, dancing from the second we could hear the music. At this point, we felt like we owned the place.

We made a pit stop at the bar on the way to our usual booth to get a round of shots. Given it was a Sunday, this would be the last drink I’d have tonight, even if it was a birthday. I had two cocktails at dinner which made me feel slightly tipsy, so the shot would keep me at a good level without getting drunk. We had training in the morning after all.

Our table was decorated with a shit-tonne of confetti and a large ice bucket stocked with an array of drinks that were all lit up with sparklers, waiting for Carter. Kit must have let them know we were on our way. Carter’s eyes lit up as he pulled us all in for a group hug before grabbing the largest bottle. Half the club, a mixed bag of academy recruits we invited and random strangers, chanted happy birthday to him and he didn’t miss the opportunity to spray the champagne at its conclusion, causing us three girls to duck for cover. Although, there were a few eager girls that didn’t share the same worry, ready to get as close to him as possible. I looked over to my friend who clearly had a thing for the guy, making sure she was okay. Kit was all smiles and laughs, not fussed at all.

Noticing my concerned glance, she looked back at me and winked playfully before whispering in my ear. “They can fawn all they want. Carter and I have a special birthday agreement. He knows what his true birthday gift is.” She gestured to her body.

My eyes widened and I blinked my surprise away. “Oh.”

“They do this every year,” Billie shrugged with a laugh.

Kit nodded, biting her bottom lip with a fervent look in her eyes as she took in our blonde friend chatting to the cluster of girls that had gathered around him. “We sure do. The competition makes it all the more tantalising. But it’s also a great confidence boost, knowing that no matter what, he chooses to go home with me. It also means I can have my fun as well. We get to have our cake, and eat it too … literally.” I didn’t hide my amusement at how cool this girl was. Her self-assurance was something to be admired.

“Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” I smiled warmly at her.

Kit and Billie eventually needed to pee, so Carter, Griff and I headed straight to the dancefloor. They were playing a sexy Spanish beat, meaning it was only a matter of seconds before Griff pulled me plush against his body, and our British birthday boy found his own dance partner. We had gotten him a birthday badge just for the laughs, which he happily pinned to his shirt. Tonight, he’d been getting a lot of extra attention, so clearly the badge was working. Not that he needed it. But if it got him a few free drinks, and helped him and Kit with their Chuck and Blair type games, then it was doing its job. Carter was clearly not as concerned as me about getting up early for training.

Putting the thoughts aside and giving myself wholly to the music, I swayed against Griffin’s large frame, running my hands along the front of his t-shirt and feeling the sculpted chest that lay underneath as I moved my hips from side to side. Griffin held me close so our bodies pressed together, his arms resting on the small of my back. He watched my body move with a hooded gaze that lit my body on fire.

The girls hurried back to us and as Kit approached her eyebrows were knitted together in frustration, interrupting our moment.

“Sienna and the others are here,” she stated, her tone laced thick with annoyance. “And she seems bitchier than usual. Did you run into her?” She directed at me.

“Urgh, no thankfully not.”

Billie pulled Kit to dance before adding, “Let’s not let her ruin Carter’s night.”

“That’s right,” Carter proclaimed, a giddy smile on his face from the attention he was getting from a group of girls.

“Just ignore her,” Griff chimed in, his lips close to grazing my ear.

So we continued to dance. With each song the energy between us got more and more tempestuous. This place always played the best mix of RnB, Spanish songs and AfroBeats. When a slower number came on with a strong beat, I turned my back to Griffin and he firmly gripped my hips as I grinded against him. Facing away from him, I lifted my arms, swaying them to the music and when he lowered his face to the crook of my neck, I wrapped them behind the back of his head, holding him in place as I swayed. One of his hands trailed up the front of my dress to my shoulder, crossing over my body and holding me across my chest. His other hand crossed to my opposite hip so both arms wrapped around me, pinning me to him. His lips grazed the shell of my ear and I flinched in pleasant surprise but his arms tightened their hold on me as his lips trailed down my neck seductively. He kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder and I melted into him. I wanted him so bad. And by the way he was holding me, it was clear he wanted me too. The confusion I had was slowly disappearing and I was beginning to think he had just been leaving the ball in my court after all. Or at least trying to. I was glad we both hadn’t drank much either this time and by now we’d practically be sober, meaning this wasn’t just fuelled by alcohol. This was real. For both of us.

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