Dancing with Danger

Chp. 13 The Dance Practice

Hilly's P.O.V

Clapton. Kissed. Me. Holy shit! Oh my god! I might die, I am kissing Clapton Michaels! My lips are pressed against Clapton's someone pinch me!!

Clapton's grip on my wrist slid up my wrist and his hands touched my cheeks. My hands held his wrists, and I was on my tip toes. He began nibbling on my lower lip just as a wave hit us. We fell into the water laughing.
He helped me up and pulled me into his chest.

"Let's go Wildfire," he murmured. It sent a shiver down my spine.

Since he stole my car and I had Anna's we had to drive separately. I stared at my bumper the entire time almost running a stop sign in the process. Clapton just had to turn ad grin at me. At home I wasn't surprised to find my parent's car pulled in. I got out slowly and made my way to the door. Clapton was right behind me.

"We were at a beach party," he whispered as I opened the door.

"Hillary?" My mom chimed from the kitchen.

"It's all gonna be ok," Clapton whispered and kissed my cheek before waltzing into the kitchen in front of me.

"Hey Mrs. Gale," Clapton said. My mom smiled at us over her shoulder. She was slicing vegetables for dinner.

"Hi guys!" she said. "I was wondering where you two had gotten to! Were you dancing?"

"No, we went to a graduation party," I said grabbing a water bottle and tossing it to Clapton. He caught it easily and hopped onto the counter.

"Um, you look kind of wet..." she said glancing at me. My hair was damp, and my clothes. "Was it a pool party?"

"Beach party," Clapton said before I could speak. "What time is dinner?"

"Um, not for another couple of hours," my mom said. "Why?"

"We need to put in some practicing," Clapton said. He looked at me and winked without changing his facial expression.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna change." I ran upstairs, Clapton trailed behind me. After changing into some dance clothes I went back into the hall where Clapton was waiting for me. He was leaning on the wall and I rolled my eyes. I started to walked towards the stairs but he grabbed my wrist and leaned me against the wall my hands pinned above my head.

"Hey there," he whispered. I smirked at him.

"Because we kissed twice you think you have permission to kiss me whenever?" I asked him. He nodded. "Well, you're sadly mistaken." He gave me an amused dark look and leaned down. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. "Someone will catch us."

"I don't care," he whispered back to me and kissed me again. I smiled against his lips and pulled from his grasp.

"It's dancing time," I said and ran down the stairs. I didn't look back to see if he was following me. I went straight to the basement. When I turned on Love Love Love by Of Monsters and Men our modern song I turned to the stairs where Clapton was standing.

"We didn't choreograph this one yet," he said as he walked over to me. I nodded.

"Exactly, I wanted to start this one," I said. "After this we only have the ballet and then we just have to practice repeatedly until we can do it in our sleep." Clapton looked a little shocked but quickly wiped it from his face. We stood and listened to the song.

"So maybe, it could be kind of like a break-up/make-up song," Clapton suggested. I nodded and positioned him.

"Well maybe I'm a crook," I sang as I raised my head and looked over at him. "For stealing your heart away." I reached over and gripped the part of his shirt that was on his chest. "Well maybe I'm a crook," I pulled myself at him our bodies pressed together, "For not caring for it anyway." I pushed him away and he spun as if I pushed him to hard. "Maybe, I'm just a bad, bad, bad person," I leapt and landed on my knees.