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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"I can't believe you made me order that," I tell her, squinting my eyes at the monstrosity of a pizza that she made me order.
It was fucking disgusting. Who orders pineapple and olives on pizza? My fucking girlfriend, that's who.
She turns her head to face me, her fingers lingering with mine as she tickles the skin of my palm softly, my arm wrapped around her body as she nuzzles into my neck.
We look like a cute couple right now, like one of those couples you see in the movies, and I can't quite believe that she's actually reduced me to this point.
I've never been like that with any other girl before, all of my other girlfriends weren't like this, they didn't care about the cute little dates, they just wanted the sex, and the arguments that followed the sex.
I've never had this type of relationship, but weirdly I think I actually prefer this. This is a situation that I never thought I'd actually be in, a few months ago I would've done anything to avoid it, but now I like it, I crave it.
I crave her touch, not in a sexual way, in an intimate way. I want to feel her body wrapped in my arms as she rests against me, our feet intertwining with each other as she cuddles into me, forcing me to watch one of her stupidly boring shows on TV.
"I told you we didn't have to get it, I would've been fine to just get the pineapple," she insists, poking her tongue out at me as she scrunches her nose playfully.
She's in a good mood today, probably still living off the high of the competition, but whatever it is, I just hope she stays like this. I love it when she's happy, it helps me to relax.
I squeeze my arm tighter around her shoulders, bringing her face to mine playfully as I reach my other hand behind her body to squeeze the side of her rib gently.
"Who's idea was it to put pineapple on pizza in the first place?" I demand, my tone snarky as I roll my eyes at the fucking dick that thought putting fruit on a pizza was a good idea.
They were probably a snobby little wanker, a fucking boring prick with nothing better to do than experiment with fruits and pizza.
"I think it's nice, it adds some flavour," Riley insists, her head resting against my chest as I feel the warmth of her breath on my exposed skin.
"Of course you do," I quip back, rolling my eyes as I feel a smirk crawl onto my face.
She reaches her arms so that they wrap around my neck, her thumbs stroking the nape of my neck as she moves her legs to lie in between mine, and I wrap my hands around her waist in response, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as she rests against me peacefully.
If this was any other girl I would've tried to make a move right now, just to feel something. But I don't need to with Riley, she's literally lying on my cock right now but I don't even feel the need to take this further, I like this. I love it actually, this level of intimacy that is so fucking contagious.
