Page 50 of Savage Scream

The class has now cleared out and Caleb leads Ruby away as I’m about to step out through the studio door, but I pull up short because Jared’s hulking form steps in my path and my eyes widen in confusion as he stalks towards me, causing me to walk backwards into the studio.

Once inside, Jared closes the door, followed by the viewing curtains, before moving to the front of the room and connecting his phone to the speaker.

“You’re not done yet,” he rasps, and my brows shoot up as I watch him. “I want you to dance formetoday.”

Now my brows practically shoot off my damn head, which I shake, causing his lips to thin in frustration.

“Come on, Dee. Please dance for me.”

I study him for a moment. Even though a small smile breaks on his face, it looks strained. I’ve been distant today. I know that. Probably not a good way to be after what we shared together last night, so maybe he’s looking for a connection with me. Maybe this is his way of gaining my attention.

I can do this right? Dance for him. If I can strip the clothes from my body, bare myself and let him feast on me, then surely I can do this.

Giving in, I offer him a small nod and his shoulders drop in relief before he turns his attention to his phone as he speaks.

“I’m choosing ‘Lovely’ by Billie Eilish again.”

When he glances up, I mouth‘why?’

He presses play, and the captivating piano intro starts to fill the room as his blue gaze darkens before me.

“Because it’s hauntingly beautiful, just like you.”

Shit. His words cause my knees to weaken, and I feel myself swoon as I watch him approach. When he reaches me, his hand comes up to cup my cheek before he steps around me, keeping his hand on my hip as he moves.

It’s just like last time we were in this studio when he played this music for me.

He asked me to promise that I’ll never stop dancing. He said I was born to do it.

I’m not sure about the ‘born to do it’ part, but I do know that I’ll never stop dancing. I think I’d rather die.

Now behind me, he slowly wraps his arms around my middle, and just like last time, my eyes fall to our reflection in the mirror, and he speaks the same words.

“Dance Dee.” He starts to sway to the music. “Close your eyes and just let go.”

My lids fall shut again, his command impossible to deny, and this time when his arms drop away, I don’t cry. This time, I open my eyes, catch his hand in mine, and speak quietly. Out loud.

“Stay right here.”

His eyes light up at hearing my voice again, and he nods as I start dancing around him, never losing contact with his body, just like I learnt in class not so long ago.

This time, my dance doesn’t convey the pain inside me. This time, it conveys something very close to love. And it’s directed at him. At Jared.

My fingers graze over his bare arms, my body pressing close to his, before I turn and weave myself around him.

At some point, I realise he’s dancing too. Kind of.

His hips sway, and what we are sharing is more of a dance of love and desire than anything else.

Jared’s lips catch mine as our hands tangle into each other’s hair and my feet leave the floor as he winds my legs around his waist.

The song ends, and starts again, and our lips stay locked as heat and something else rises up between us. Jared breaks the kiss first, pulling back, and I see that his eyes match mine.

They are glassy with emotion.

He shakes his head, his lips parting like he wants to say something, but then he snaps them shut, and keeps his words to himself.

Shit.

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