Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter 24 - Dance Lessons

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Chloe's POV

Standing at the snacks table, I watch as Jon talks to Seth and John Cena. I would love to go dance with him, but when I pulled him onto the dance floor, I froze. I couldn't move, and it was getting hard to breathe. Instead of embarrassing myself, I told Jon I was going to go get a quick drink to loosen up a bit.

"Why aren't you over there dancing?" Naomi says, walking up beside me and pouring herself more beer.

"I can't dance. . ." I look away from Jon and turn my attention to Naomi, one of the Wwe Divas.

"Sure you can!" She shouts, making some of the guests turn our way. "Just move to the beat!"

"Well, I mean, I can dance–just a little. But what I'm having trouble with is dancing with Jon."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Slow dance?"

"No! I know how to do that!" I laugh. "I just don't know how to. . ." I pause for a moment, trying to organize my thoughts. "How to dance with him."

"Oh!" She smiles, getting the idea. "You mean you don't know how to grind on him?"

I feel my cheeks redden at her words. Feeling like Jon heard that, I give him a glance to see him staring at me. He waves at me to come over, but I pretend like I didn't see him and turn back to Naomi. "Yeah," I cough. "Grinding. . ."

"Well, that's very simple!" She says, her eyes filing with excitement. "Just use what your mama gave ya!"

Shaking my head, I reply, "Oh, I don't have what you have, Naomi. And I'm not sure how to 'use what my mama gave me'!"

"Here, I'll show ya!" She grabs my hand after putting her beer down and then she drags me to the bathroom.

Before entering, I give Jon another glance to see him giving me a questioning look. I shrug my shoulders and lose my sight of him when I come face to face with the bathroom door.

I turn to Naomi who's looking at her reflection in the mirror. She fixes her straight, brown hair, and pulls her red dress down. She looks back at me after fixing herself with an evil grin. Looking me up and down, she says, "Trust me, you have the curves to dance with your man."

I chuckle."I really don't! I don't have an ass like yours! And my breasts don't come close to yours!"

She waves a hand, dismissing what I said. "That doesn't matter! You just have to move with his body!"

"I don't know how to!" I almost yell, getting a little frustrated.

"Okay, let him take control, Chloe."

"Alight," I nod my head.

"Then just let your booty do the talking!" She yells and slaps my ass.

I jump, not expecting her to do that. "What do I do with my ass?"

She face palms and mumbles something. "Look, all you really have to do is give him a freaking lap dance or you can just twerk on his little member."

I wave my hands, sending cool air over my face, "Oh, gosh, this is stressful."

She grabs my shoulders and shakes me gently. "It really isn't. Just move with his body. Once you get used to it, it will get easier."

"Okay, okay," I whisper.

"Alright, now let's take your hair out of this bun," she says and turns me around. I feel her pull my long hair out of my neat bun. She messes it up a bit, running her fingers through my hair.