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I downed thebeer in my hand soI wouldn’thave to talk to anyone, and as soon as I heard the beat of BritneySpears’ Circus blare through the speakers, I grabbed Viola by thearm. “We’re going to go dance, Micah. Is that okay?”
He smiled.“Sure, just as long as she’s dancing alone,” he stipulated, and Ididn’t blame him. Viola was too stunning for words. However, Micahwasn’t a slouch in the looksdepartment, either. He was touching an inch or so over six feet andhis body was lean and cut to perfection. He had kind brown eyes,and he looked every bit the big, strong, confident Blackmale.
He and Violamade a striking couple, and hewas crazy about her. I couldn’t figure out what made her hesitantabout making it official with him.
I dragged Violato the makeshift dance floor, but before I could let the music pushmy alcohol relaxed body into motion, she hissed,“What the fuck,Shane?How in the hell do youknow the Buchanan Twins?”
My expressiondropped. “I’m sorry, Vi. I promise to tell you everything later,but can we just dance and forget all about the Buchanans for rightnow?” I implored her. “Please, pretty please?”
Vivi studied mefor a fewseconds beforeconceding. “Fine, but you had better come clean tomorrow, younglady,” she scolded.
“I promise,” Iagreed. She finally smiled and started moving to the music.
We danced for acouple of songs before Micah couldn’t take Viola’s tantalizingmoves any longer. I let mybody sway to the music as I watched him come up behind her and takehis rightful place next to her. His hands fell onto her hips andhis body moved in time with hers like they’d been dancing togetherall their lives. God, they looked so perfect together.
I suddenlyfelt envious of her connectionto him.
I didn’t know what itfelt to be so in sync with another human being that actions andwords weren’t necessary. I imagine that level of comfort must feelso soothing.
The fast beatofRhianna’s Rude Boy seguedinto the slower, more sensual sounds of Katy Perry’s E.T. and Iknew I needed to get off the dance floor. I had no problem swayingmy body to the sounds of lively, upbeat music, but I was out of myelement when it came to slow dancing or anything sexual.
I wasabout to make my great escapewhen suddenly I felt a pair of masculine hands encase my hips. Myentire body jerked, and I swung around to see who on earth wouldever approach me to dance. I mean, except for Satan’s Evil Twins,Viola and Micah were the only people at this entire party who evenknew my name.
Who in the hellwould want to dance with me?
I had to dropmy head back to get a look at the guy, since he was dwarfing my5’2”, and when my gaze finally landed on his, I was staring into a pair of bright, blue eyes.Once my eyes processed the rest of his face, I realized the handson my hips belonged to Branson Morgan and my stepsfaltered.
Why in the hellwouldBransonMorganwant to dancewithme?
HolyBejesusJesus!
Hesmirked down at me, neverremoving his hands from my hips. “Looking good out there, Shane. Doyou mind if I join you?” he asked.
Shane?Heknewmy name.
Branson Morgan knew my effin’name!!
My alcoholfueled brain slipped into action. “Why?I…I mean…why would you want to dance with me?” Iasked, befuddled.
Branson wasgood-looking guy. He couldpick any girl to dance with at this party.Why me?
This time hislips curled into a full-blownsmile. “Because you’re hot as hell and this is the first party I’veever seen you at.” I blinked up at him as he spoke. “You ignoreeveryone during class and so if this is my one chance to get youslipping and sliding under me, then I’m going to take it,” heanswered, boldly.
Slipping and slidingunder him??
Oh damn.
Chapter 8
Mason~
Three beersdown and Aidenand I wereabout as relaxed as we would allow ourselves to be at these sortsof parties. With social media recording and immortalizingeverything a person did on the internet for life, we tried to be ascareful as possible.
None of us kidswanted to be onthe receivingend of a phone call from our dad about something stupid that mayhave been captured on film, ending up all over theplace.
I knew nowwasn’t the time or place, but the fanfare had becomesuper ridiculous. I turned toAiden and said, “You know next year, it’s going to be you in chargeof the twins, right?”
He smirked atme. “I’m very aware,” he acknowledged. “Don’t worry, Mase, they’llbe fine.We’llbe fine.” I let outa deep breath. I knew he was right. “The twins aren’t like other18-year-olds, Mason. Hell, none of us are like other people ourage.” He clapped me on my back. “By the time you graduate, collegewill have lost its shine for the guys and it’ll be like high schoolall over again.”
