One Night ✔️ Editing

Chapter Seventeen

Oh, he was beautiful. He wore a pair of black slacks and a blue velvet blazer over a crisp black dress shirt. His hair was done up the same way he styled it, meeting my parents, slicked back and sexy. Breathing had become a difficult task. It was so rude of him not to give me a heads up before he waltzed in like an angel sent from God himself.

'Hey Sienna, before you leave the house, stop by the hospital and grab an oxygen tank from your father just in case you won't be able to handle my dashing good looks tonight.'

SO rude.

He noticed me gawking and my first instinct was to cower, but soon enough I realized he'd been gawking right back at me.

I attempted what I hoped was a confident Joseph-esque smirk and it seemed to work. His eyes widened and immediately following was the cheesiest smile he's ever smiled.

Pointing at me, he clutched his heart and feigned a pained expression that made me laugh. We stayed like this for a minute or two, just appreciating one another until I made the first move and walked over to greet him officially.

"Mariposa you look... wow- you're... damn, hi..." he stammered, seemingly at a loss for words as he fully took me in.

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself," I chuckled.

"You think?" he asked, giving me a quick 360 turn.

"Definitely. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"Mariposa, you're making me blush."

"I know and I kinda love it."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Can I just say that the band is awesome? I don't know what you did to get Kook to play here, but like, thank you. Might be the highlight of my entire year."

"I did it the best way I knew how. I wrote to him and talked about how my first prom wouldn't be right without his band rocking the stage etcetera, etcetera," I said, regally waving my hand.

"I swear there isn't a moment where I'm not amazed by something you've done."

"Gosh Joseph, now you're making me blush."

"I know and I kinda love it," he said, echoing my words from earlier, before beaming down at me with his million-dollar smile. "Would you like to dance with me?"

"Yes, I'd very much like to dance with you."

He escorted me to the dance floor, decked out with a disco ball and all, and we got down. I had no idea Joseph could dance so well. Getting lost in the rhythm, he swayed confidently to the mid-tempo reggaeton being cranked out by the band onstage.

I was in awe as he whirled around me. He looked so good, so sure out there compared to my shuffling.

"Don't tell me you've gone all shy on me now. Show me what you can do."

He challenged me as he continued moving to the music behind me, mere inches between us. I felt my arms prickle with goosebumps, but this was not the time to be weak. He wanted me to dance for him? I'd dance well.

Conveniently, Kook's upbeat tempo evened out just right. With my back to Joseph's chest I was able to hide my embarrassment if I failed. Slowly, I let my head fall back on his shoulder and raised my arm hooking it around his neck. Closing my eyes, I began to rock my hips back and forth to the smooth beat. Come through, latina flavor.