Page 5 of Eternal Hoptimist

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“You don’t need to be. We’ll still have fun.” I leaned in closer so our cheeks touched. His beard grazed my stubble. I had to stand on my toes to reach his ear.

Sometimes when I danced with someone for the first time, it was awkward as hell. We’d spend the entire song trying to find the beat and our groove together. Other times, dancing with someone clicked like a key turning a lock. Songs would pass unnoticed as I got lost in moving with the other person’s body.

With him? It was like our bodies already knew each other. He was at least six inches taller than me with a swimmer’s build. I looped my arm around his neck as he pressed his hips into mine. We moved to the beat, swaying back and forth and grinding together as my body heat began a steady climb. As countless songs passed, I indulged in teasing the hair at the nape of his neck, turning and grinding my ass against his chubbed dick, dragging my hands across his shoulders and down his chest, and wrapping myself in his scent.

When someone interrupted a song to announce midnight was only five minutes away, the bubble snapped, and I became aware of my surroundings beyond him. The air was thick and sticky, and my shirt clung to my skin. Despite the announcement, neither of us moved apart.I guess I’m ringing in midnight with this guy. What a way to start the year.

The relationship devil on my shoulder whispered about our obvious chemistry and how long it’d been since I’d felt like this so quickly about someone. Words of how he was the type of person I would normally ask on a date. I ignored the voice and focused on enjoying the brief time with him before moving on—hopefully after mutual orgasms.

“It’s almost time! Count down with me. Ten,” the DJ said.

The crowd counted along.

“Nine.”

I tightened my grip on his waist as his eyes flared.

“Eight.”

He slid his palm from my pec to my shoulder.

“Seven.”

I pulled him against me until his hardening bulge pressed against my own.

“Six.”

He licked his lips.

“Five.”

I licked mine.

“Four.”

He grabbed my free hand with his.

“Three.”

I interlaced our fingers.

“Two.”

He leaned in.

“One.”

As soon as our lips touched, the cheering faded away until all I heard was my thundering pulse. I focused on nothing but the points where our bodies connected. I took control of the kiss and teased his lips until he opened for me, and I swallowed his moan.

“Happy New Year, E! Oh! Shit! Sorry!”

I pulled back at Austin’s voice and stared at his wide eyes. The smell of beer rolled off his breath.

Caleb mouthed an apology from behind him.

“We’re gonna head out,” Austin said as his eyes darted between me and my midnight fun.

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