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UNDER MY SKIN
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one. dance with me
Sam just wanted to dance. She wasn't any good at it. Admittedly, she had two left feet - which her mother had claimed she had gotten from her dad. Still, she was in too good of a mood not to dance even in the middle of a field that was lit up by headlights.
She was fresh off of her first ever first place win at the rodeo. She had scraped by in the Bronc riding event, just barely beating the others by a few style points even if she had hit the ground so hard she now sported a bruise on the left side of her jaw.
Her clothes were still covered in red dirt, the left knee of her jeans freshly ripped, and her new buckle shining in the yellow light coming from Jeb's Toyota.
She laughed as she jumped around, her arms in the air as she flung her hair around. Kate laughed, snapping pictures of her sister. She'd never seen a bigger smile on her face.
"You're not even on beat!" Addy laughed at the girl from where she sat in the van, the side door opened. She brushed her hand over the border collie that was curled up in her lap.
"I don't care!" Sam shouted back then she turned again, smiling wide as Josh Turner's Why Don't We Just Dance started playing from the speakers of Jeb's car. "Javi!"
The boy laughed, shaking his head a little as he sipped on his beer, "no, I'm-"
She rushed towards him, dropping to her knees when she reached where he sat on the ground. She leaned towards him, her nose brushing his as a smile pulled at her lips, "please, dance with me."
He groaned a little, but a smile tugged at his lips, "alright."
"Yes!" She pushed herself up, holding her hand out to him then she pulled him up. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her in close as they spun in circles and the others laughed.
"Guys, it's getting late." Praveen huffed, ever the downer.
Addy threw her balled up chip bag at him, hitting the side of his head, "lame!" She then looked down at the dog in her lap, "isn't he a party pooper?" She mumbled to Winston, scratching behind his ear.
