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I sang on about getting into the groove, and how a boy had to prove his love.

Penn licked his lips, his gaze flashing from my eyes to my mic. The vibration of the stage and the loud speakers drowned out everything else.

Everything buthim.

Just focus on me, Cream Puff, you’ll be fine.

Suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I was convincing him or myself.

Will shouldered him, drawing his attention away as I continued to sing, turning to face the crowd.

Over the bright lights, I could see Cade smiling, Weston’s arm slung around his neck.

Dawson and Nolan were fighting at the table, while Archie hollered and screamed.

And then I felt a nudge against my arm. I turned, facing bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks that gazed into mine like I had the answers toeverything.

He sang, his voice clear and strong as he belted out the lyrics about feeling free only when dancing.

I watched as he swallowed harshly, closing his eyes and I picked up where he left off. I lit out the words about locking the door and no one else seeing, watching as Penn opened his eyes and he moved back and forth, finding the rhythm. The groove, as Madonna would say, I guess.

He sang about being tired of dancing by himself, licking his lips as he focused on me.

A smirk spread across my face as I leaned into him, my microphone between us.

I sprang forward with the next line and focused in on his bright blue eyes.

The rest was a blur.

As far as I was concerned, there was no one else in the room but Penn.

We sang in tandem like that, building off of one another until the music faded.

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him to me as I whispered in his ear, “Good job, Penn.” I slapped him on the back appreciatively before handing Will my microphone.

I exited the stage, my body feeling flushed from the heat of our proximity mixed with the harsh stage lights, and my own building desire.

Penn followed after me, calling my name.

“Huh?” I turned around, just as his foot caught on the last step, causing him to pitch forward like a clumsy little lamb.

Despite my inebriation, I reacted first.

I leaned forward, catching him in my arms, preventing his fine ass from complete embarrassment.

The heat that blossomed between us was like an inferno as he looked up at me, eyes glazed with liquor and something else I couldn’t place.

His fingertips sank into my heated flesh as he steadied himself.

“Lightweight,” I teased as I righted him, but I didn’t remove my hands from his hips, and he made no move to stop his fingers from clutching my biceps.

Looking at him in my arms, feeling his grip...

Fuck, I could get used to that look.

My cock twitched as a grunt escaped my throat, mingling with a soft sigh that escaped his.

“Uh, yeah. Guess I’m a mess, huh?” he said wistfully.

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