The music is extremely loud and has me super pumped. My cut out tank top and wad of necklaces bounce with me as I dance and sway to the DJ's mixes. The beach boy is moving right beside me. He slides up behind me so that I'm dancing directly on him and I can tell he likes it. He dances up against me, I dance on him. It's like magic. I feel him pull my SnapBack bill and spin me around so that I'm facing him. A warm wind blows through, blowing my messy blonde strands back and nearly blowing my backwards cap off. He smiles down at me and starts to lean down, so I smile back, starting to lean up into him...
YOU ARE READING
That Mountain You've been Climbing
RomanceAtlanta Brassfield is an adventurous, independent, young individual. She can conquer the world all by her goofy self. Or so she would have everyone to believe. Atlanta dreams up sappy realities and is smitten with the idea of a romantic affair, but...
