His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me?"
My wild heart seeks his. "Yes."
For a long moment, I just feel his eyes. Then, his hands. They skim d...
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NOAH
Camila plucks two shots off a passing tray. She tosses one back, wincing, then presses the other to my lips and tilts it up. I hold her eyes as the tequila burns down my throat, swallowing. A drop of liquid trails down my chin, and she's there, tracing the path with her tongue up to my top lip.
My hands grip her tighter than I intend to. "You're not helping my current predicament."
Her hands slide up my arms, shoulders, and into my hair. "I missed you like crazy."
"I missed you, too." Understatement. I think I was only half alive before I met her.
I pull her closer, torturing myself, breathing in her half-sweet, half-heady scent. "Seeing you like this is more than I hoped for tonight. It's making me think about bad, bad things." My hands slide up the slice of skin on her bare back. "Remind me to work on my split squats."
"I was nervous. But now I feel good."
"Fucking right you feel good." My thumbs slip under her insanely small shirt. Her skin is feverish. I pause. "Cam, how many drinks have you had?"
She bites her puffy bottom lip as she pulls back. "One shot in the room, one here. Dance with me?" If she wants to move, who am I to deny her?
"Take me away."
She pulls me by the sweater toward the dance floor. The crowd parts for us, or maybe I'm delusional.
The music swells, a pulsating beat that wraps around us. Cam's back hits my chest. My hands settle on her hips, guiding a perfect syncopation. The song shifts to a slower, scarier beat that allows for less space and more friction. It's maddening, the way she fits against me.
Our moment doesn't last long enough.
Fireman Fox cuts in, a wide grin on his face as he approaches Cam and me. "Sport, you're a vision. Let me steal you for a song. DJ's playing Thriller next and Maddie refuses to dance because she doesn't want to look stupid."
"Hell yeah, Freckles. I love that one." Cam blows me a kiss before letting Fox lead her away by the hand.
I'm left standing there, suddenly feeling out of place, as I watch them find a spot on the dance floor. Sure enough, Thriller starts, and they both know every move. Soon there's a spotlight on them from above, and they don't even seem to notice the way people part around them to make room.
Then Paige is beside me, her presence like a cold shadow, all golden armour and skin. "You've been avoiding me."
Fucking right. Last summer at Fox's cottage, she kissed me, said she was in love with me, and then cried and slapped me in the face when I gently told her I wasn't interested.
