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Igrinned. “Mother Nature was generous. Witheverything.”

Hemade a gagging sound. “Gross.”

“You’redancing, by the way.” I informed him. “Congratulations.”

“I am,aren’t I?” he said, raising my hand and spinning me around. It surprised me tosuch an extent that I lost my footing and crashed into the table. He burst intolaughter and snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me so swiftly toward him thatI bumped into him.

Well,fuck.

“Someone’sdruuunk,” he teased me as I wrapped my arm around his neck, feeling dizzy.

“Show-off,”I murmured, closing my eyes because the room around me wouldn’t stop spinning.Also, who turned off the light? I opened my eyes and blinked, but it was stilldark. What the hell?

“Thepower went out.” Carter informed me, which explained why I couldn’t hear themusic anymore or see anything. “It’s the second time this week. Do you rememberwhere I left my phone?”

“No,”I said, feeling alarmed because the darkness reminded me of the bunker. “Anddon’t you dare let go of me. I can’t see shit.”

“Iwon’t,” he said, touching my chest. “What is this?”

“Mypecs,” I replied mockingly.

“Oh,sorry. Just take a step backward and turn left. I think I left my phone on thecabinet by the window.”

Wemoved together slowly, both chuckling.

“Whereis the damn moon?” I said with a sigh. “Why does it have to be pitch dark inhere?”

Eversince that bunker, I slept with my light on. The doc said it would pass, but itwas the weakness I didn’t want to have, not in my line of work.

“Thestorm is coming,” Carter replied. “The clouds are all black.”

Afterwe found Carter’s phone, we lit some candles and placed them around theapartment. Then I remembered something, not entirely unimportant.

“Shit.My clothes are still in the machine.”

“Yeah,there’s nothing we can do about it while the power is out,” Carter said what Ialready knew. “Actually, you know what? Maybe you should spend the night here.”

Igulped as my heart skipped a beat. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.You’re moving in tomorrow, anyway. It’s no big deal.”

“Right.I mean… sure. It’s not like I’m dying to sleep in my car.”

“Besides,I owe you for the dancing lesson,” Carter said with a chuckle, disappearinginto the bathroom. “You crazy son of a bitch.”

Chapter 12

Decisions, Decisions

Thorsen

I saton the sofa, feeling dazed, probably because of all the alcohol I ingested.Still, it was a good thing I drank so much, or I would have been sporting anerection the size of Madagascar during our dance exercise. The thought made me groanin frustration because I felt as if maybe, just maybe, I’d missed my chance.Was I dumb for not trying something while we danced together? Apart frommy-hands-on-his-ass incident, I was on my best behavior. I didn’t shove mytongue down his throat, although maybe it was exactly what I should have done.

No.Don’t go there, Tye.

But wewere dancing. Maybe it meant something.

Yeah,it meant he loves his girlfriend enough to dance with the man he dislikes.

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