Page 33 of Best In Class
“Or rather, avoider’s remorse,” Aurora retorts seriously, but there’s mischief in her eyes.
“Are y’all done havin’ fun at my expense?” I give them all withering looks.
“We’re laughing with you, hon, never at you,” Stella lies.
I eat dinner. I mingle. I smile. I fake it. Big time!
Then just as I’ve had enough because the dancing has begun and no fucking way am I seeing Camy and Dom dance right after he and I danced around my kitchen, I feel him behind me.
His cologne. His heat. I want to moan and lean into him, take him in.
“Dance with me,” he commands as he wraps me into him and sweeps me onto the dance floor.
He didn’t ask for permission, but Idon’t care.
I don’t look at Camy. I don’t look at the crowd. I just follow his lead.
The music is slow. Our bodies fit without trying.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
“Yeah, right!”
“You are. Like a bright candle amongst all the dark suits.”
He swings me around.
I know just how to move with him. We’ve done this dance before.Many. Many. Many times.
“You said Camy isn’t your girlfriend,” I accuse him.
“She isn’t.” He whirls me.
“But—”
“I came stag. Well…with Lev. She’s here with Tommy. She’snotwith me.”
I look up at him. “I don’t know if I can believe you.”
His eyes heat up. “I’ve never lied to you.”
I swallow. “But you broke me. Let me down.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“You did, I saw?—”
“No,” he repeats firmly. “I didn’t cheat on you. Haven’t touched a woman for two years since I decided I’m coming back to Savannah, to you.”
I gasp.
“Every woman I’ve been with…fuck, Luna, paled.”
I lick my lips. I can’t believe he’s saying these things. I can’t believe the things he’s saying.
“I saw you with?—”
“No.” This time, he punctuates the word by pulling me closer.
