When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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She leans into my side, giving all of her weight to me as she wraps her arms around me, allowing me to drag her limp body across the floor as I grip her waist firmly, ensuring that she won't fall.
She trusts me, the very notion of her being completely at my grip shows me that. She knows I won't drop her, I would never dream of dropping anyone I partnered with, especially not someone as amazing as Michelle.
I keep my feet light as I carry us both to the other side of the room, her arms move to my shoulder almost sensually, her left leg coming up so that it reaches her head as she spins out of my grip, her body turning into a pirouette as she kicks her leg up once more when turning out.
I also turn, our legs synchronising perfectly as I smile slightly at the concentration on her face, she's always so focused on making the routine perfect, and I really appreciate that.
This is our last private rehearsal of our duet for the finals routine before we show the team, and I'll honestly miss the time I've grown so fond of.
I turn out of my pirouette and wait eagerly as Michelle leaps into my arms, her weight latching entirely on to me as I hold her over my head, her body spinning in the air as I showcase her beauty.
She taps my shoulder once on the beat, signalling for me to put her down. Of course I do, I always place my partners down on queue, but she says it's just out of habit.
She said she used to do it with her old partner all the time, that she always wanted to tell him to put her down to make sure she wasn't surprised. I don't know why she felt the need to tell him that though, surely he wouldn't have done anything to jeopardise Michelle or the choreography.
As her slim feet touch the floor, my hands move to her waist and I look to her with wide eyes and heavy breaths.
Our dance always leaves me breathless, it's intense, but I like that. I guess we're intense, Michelle and I, and our weird little relationship.
I don't really know what to call us, we've kissed on two occasions now and I fingered her, but nothing more has happened since.
It's weird, because even though nothing much has happened between us, she's all I can ever think about. She's constantly on my mind, I'm always imagining what she's doing or how she is.
I don't think she realises just how much of a hold she has on me, and a part of me is slightly concerned at the level of her tether on me.
I watch her blue eyes tint with happiness as the endorphins reach her bloodstream, her hands rest on my shoulders and she leans her weight on me once more, pulling my shoulders towards her as she wraps me in a tight hug.
It's a welcomed embrace, and her blonde curls tickle the side of my neck slightly, causing a small chuckle to form on my lips.
I hug her back, my arms wrapping around her torso as I lean into her curvy body, my eyes glancing to the clock on the wall opposite to check the time.
