Dance With Me (Kian Lawley & Ricky Dillon / O2L) * ON HOLD *

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Kian laid a ten on the counter for the bartender and the two of us took our drinks.  The deejay began playing a remix of Am I Wrong and the dance floor began to fill up.

“Want to dance?” Kian asked.

“I’m not really the dancing type,” I said.

“Oh okay.”  Kian nodded and looked away.  I waited for him to realize what I just said.  When it hit him, his face lit up and he spun back around to me.  “Hold on, you’re a dancer!  What do you mean you’re not the dancing type?”

I laughed.  “It’s called a joke, Kian.  Maybe you would know what that was if you were funny.”

“I’m hilarious,” Kian retorted.  “You just aren’t mature enough to realize it.”

“I’m eighteen, for your information.”

“But I’m older.”

“Oh really?” I crossed my arms.  “When’s your birthday?”

“September second.”

I felt my ego deflate.  “Shit.”

Kian perked up.  “When’s yours?”

“September fifth.”

“HA!” Kian yelled, jabbing a finger in my face.  “I’m older!  I win!”

“It’s three days!” I swatted his hand away.  “Besides, that’s lucky for you, I guess.”

Kian frowned.  “How so?”

“I like older guys.” I winked and then set my empty glass down on the counter.  “C’mon, let’s dance.”

I took Kian’s hand and led him into the crowd.  Music blasted around us and we danced together, having the best time.  The smile never left my face, and Kian was beaming the entire time, too.  At one point, a circle formed, with two buff guys in the center of it, having their own little dance battle.

They were both really good.  They did a lot of break dancing, and I could tell that they were street-trained, not studio.  I didn’t know any studio in the area that taught the kinds of moves they were performing.

“You should get in there,” Kian said in my ear.

“No way,” I protested.  “I prefer keeping a low profile.”

“That bikini you have on doesn’t say ‘low profile,’” Kian growled in my ear.  I turned and swatted his arm.

“I’m not gonna dance,” I repeated more firmly.

“Fine,” Kian said.  “I don’t want you dancing with other guys anyways.  I want you to dance with me.”  And with that, Kian took me by the hand and pulled me away from the dance circle, and into his arms.  We romped around the dance floor, completely letting go.  Sometimes Kian would surprise me by spinning me in a circle or dipping me backwards.  And each time I went along with it, having more and more fun by the minute.  The songs changed, people left and entered the crowd, and the night sky got darker, but we danced until we could barely stand anymore.

Thoroughly tired and sweaty, the two of us wove our way out of the mob and back to our lounge chair, laughing the entire way.

“Okay,” I said once we were back by our things, “I have to admit, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of sneaking into a hotel pool, but this has been a pretty awesome date.  You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

“Just wait until the second date,” Kian remarked mischievously.

I arched my eyebrows.  “What makes you think we’re going on a second date?”