Page 16 of The Breaking Pointe
Tossing a bit of hair over her shoulder, she looks at me, pursing her lips briefly. “Please. Let me know of one person out there right now that’s worth my time, and I might think aboutit.Maybe.”Sheshrugs,bringingmyattentiontoher
bareshouldersandthethin,blackstrapsrunningoverthem.
Resting her chin on one of her shoulders, she looks me up and down.
“What about here at the bar? Anybody worth your time here?”I ask, grasping at my beer again, my eyes never leaving her.
She squints, looking around us, and observes the man who has been texting madly.
“You think the guy furiously typing out paragraphs is a good dancer?” she asks, watching him.
“Unless he has some sort of app that’ll teach ‘em, I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” I respond.
Her head snaps back at me, this time without the disinter- ested mug. Her lips stretch into a smile that could make me buckle. A small smile, but enough for me.
“Either you thought that was incredibly cheesy, or, hope- fully, I genuinely amused you, but that’s the first time you’ve smiled since I saw you tonight,” I vocalize the moment the smile is apparent to me.
My lips replicate hers, as I’m unable to keep a straight face now. Her dark pigmented lips are too perfectly placed upon her face for me to do so.
“So, you were watching me then?” she implores.
I can’t tell if this is satire or if this is where the vibe shifts. “Were you not watching me first?”I challenge, lifting a finger to point at myself.
Leading with a pause, she keeps her small smirk plastered on her face whilst taking a few sips from her drink.
“You’re very benevolent,” she says, taking a sip of her drink. “How’s that been working out for you?” she adds.
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“You’re still talking to me, so,” I pause and nod, “I would say it’s working quite well.”
Her smirk turns into a shy smile before she sips more of her drink, nearly finishing it. She stands up now, her long legs covered in sheer, black stockings. One of her boots makes a step toward me, making me retrieve my gawking glare from her legs back to her face.By now, she’s inches away from me, holding out a dainty hand with gold rings around multiple fingers.
“I’m Noelle,” she says, her smile now showing her pearly whites.
I can’t help but notice that only one of my sizable, bruised hands could hold both of hers in its palm as mine completely encapsulates hers. She’s not fazed by my egregious scars or bitten fingernails, either.
“Uh, Colton.I’m Colton.”I gently take her hand, shaking it as I fawn over her soft skin squeezing mine.
“You’re a great fighter, Colton.Kind of unbelievable,” she says, slowly releasing my hand to clutch her sweater.
Yeah,she’sdefinitelynotdatinghim.Noway.
“If it’s coming from a woman as gorgeous as you, I must be doing something right, huh?” I ask, leaning back in my seat, pushing my hood back off my head.
Her eyes jump to different parts of my face and head as she bites her lip.
“So, do you dance, Colton?” she asks, still looking at me with deep interest.
“There’s not one rhythmic bone in my body, but if I get to look at you all night, I’ll do whatever you want me to,” I say, a chuckle slipping out.
Shesetsherbagandsweateronthecounter,nearmybeer,
and exchanges it for my hands, pulling me from my seat and giving me no time to consider an exit plan. My shoes barely hit the floor before she steals me away. Her red hair swings in front of me as I follow her lead, watching her slender body slither through different people until she has me right where she wants me—right in the goddamned middle of the dance floor. Strands of her hair smack my chest as she turns her head over her shoulder to look at me, pressing her back against me as she sways her hips. Stunned by the quickness of it all, my arms freeze in place, watching her as she treats me like her own sort of dancing prop.
Honestly, she’s breathtaking and she knows it. Her eyes are big and glossy, accentuating her wispy lashes as she moves her entire body, pushing it against me.
“C’mon!” She laughs over the music, grabbing my hands and lifting them over her head as she moves her body around mine, forcing me to watch her circle me like her prey.It’s like something out of a movie, the way she drifts around me. Like a slow-motion film. Her hips pop in the sexiest yet most elegant fashion. Each of her limbs predict every little beat and treble. Locked in would be an understatement for me.
