Burns

18.

"Hey."

I paused in my tracks as the familiar voice called out to me. 

"You took an awfully long time in the bathroom." I turned, facing the giggling girl with both hands stuck deep inside my pant's pocket. 

I raised a playful brow at her, "so you were spying on me?"

She smiled softly at me and gently shook her head, "I just happened to notice you weren't back yet." Such a very informative reply. Note the sarcasm.

I chuckled softly, "thanks for the invite. It was nice, not my kinda thing but I had a nice time." I shook my head, a genuine smile playing on my lips, before turning in the opposite direction with the intention of taking my leave when she spoke again, 

"Leaving so soon?" She eyed me, "but the party just started."

"I‐uh, it's been fun." I turned to leave when she said, 

"Dance with me?"

Only when she said that did the music playing at the moment catch my attention. The tune was fast yet slow. A perfect song for dancing. 

"I don't dance." I politely declined. I do dance actually but only in the fine confines of my room with no outside eye. But fancy dance? I had no clue how that worked.

"Why? Everyone dances." She closed the distance between us and I felt my body tense and heat up at the barely contact. My heart beat increased as her scent flooded my nostrils once more. She was doing it again, fucking hell.

 She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine, her hands moving to drop her empty glass on an unsuspecting waiter's tray. My eyes followed her every move, my body growing hot at her every movement. Since when did I become this hormonal? A question my mind gave no reply to. "You don't have to bother about people watching. I'm not that much of a great dancer myself." She smiled at me.

I believed her because it was true. I have only seen her attempt dancing once and it was really bad. "I can't dance with you, Brec." I rubbed my nape awkwardly. 

Her hips swayed as she moved even closer. My eyes stayed glued on her movement and my Adam's apple bobbed as I swallowed thickly.

It took an awful lot of time to calm myself down in the bathroom. I couldn't risk walking around with a Godforsaken erection pressing through my pants. And here she was toying with me and teasing me shitlessly without effort. She was tempting the hell out of me. Again, and she's serious with 'just friends'? Yeah… sure.

She placed her hands gently on both sides of my chest and in a mere whisper, grazed her lips against my left lobe, "are you shy? Or you just don't want to dance?" She was playing coy at the same time she was tensing me up. Her confidence was attractive and a huge turn on.

I grabbed Brec's hand, gently trying to move them away. People were having a nice time on the dance floor yet I felt like eyes were on us. I really didn't want to draw attention to myself but it was going to become useless if Brec continued what she was doing. 

Brec switched holds and in a second grabbed my hand, moved herself back while still having my hand in hers then she smirked at me then spun herself towards me, colliding herself against my hard chest. My hands instinctively wrapped around her waist to catch her and she arched her back, arching her knee upwards, the slit of her gown parted, bringing her slender legs into view along with her strapped heeled sandal. The sight was divine. 

I brought my gaze back to fall of her, eyes were beginning to actually land on us. "What are you doing?" The idea that her beautiful pose was on view for the males in the room to enjoy was surprisingly not sitting well with me. Why? I'd be damned if I knew.