Life With My Brothers Best Friend

Chapter 5

Dinner wasn't very eventful after we got our food. I, of course laughed a lot, but the waiter didn't hit on me or anything like that.

We walk out into the dark night after Colten has paid for the meal and left a tip. The humidity has definitely gone down, but it's still pretty hot.

We lace our fingers together and walk along the side walk of the busy Puerto Rican city.

In the distance you can hear music being played and a crowd of people yelling and cheering making my ears perk up slightly.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Sounds like a band, let's check it out," Colten shrugs and leads me towards the sound.

He was right, there's a band playing salsa music while people dance in couples.

"Oh my gosh! I've always wanted to salsa!" I squeak and pull Colten towards the middle of the crowd.

I turn around and wrap one arm around his shoulder while one of his hands holds on to my waist. We place our hands together and place them out beside us.

"I don't really know how to salsa, but oh well," I shrug and we begin to sway side to side.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is wrong," Colten seconds my theory, looking around as all the guys are spinning their partners around and dipping them.

"Then let's do it right. Spin me," I demand.

"Are you insane?" He laughs.

"No, now spin me," I demand firmly.

He hesitates before placing our hands over my head while trying to spin me.

I think I go around to many times when I feel like throwing up.

Actually, I end up falling into Colten's chest as he laughs. This makes me laugh and here we are laughing in the middle of a salsa party.

I think I may have had to many margaritas. Oops.

"Colten!" I scream in his ear making him pull away with a shocked face.

"Yes?" He asks stunned whole poking his ear.

"I really want to feel your c0ck," I state with a giggle. That was random.

"That's amazing, but I don't think we should that here," he says even though I can see my words turned him on. Oh yeah.

"Your cute. I like you," I poke his nose playfully.

"That's encouraging," he responds monotonously.

"Let's go back to the house," I say.

I don't know how long we've been dancing, but it's already ten and I feel like going into the pool.

"You don't want to dance anymore?" He teases as we weave our way through the bodies of people.

"Nah, I want to go swimming," I say.

We get back to the car and Colten drive us back to the house.

During the car ride I look outside the window as the traffic slowly passes us by.

Authentic music is playing through the speakers and I find myself nodding to the words that I have no idea what they mean.

I honestly love that Colten thought of taking me to Puerto Rico. It's been really fun so far and I'm definitely going to miss it when we leave two weeks from now.

Not long after we pull into the driveway and I climb out of the car with my high heels in my hand, I slightly get off balance on the journey to the front door, but I'm not fully drunk.