A Love Like Ours

CHAPTER 3: A New Dance Move

SAIGE

I don't know what this girl's problem was but I can see why she wasn't invited. Her and Maritza started arguing in Spanish to each other and right as it looked like it was about to get physical, Victor grabbed Lolita's arm and they walked off. 

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked. 

"Just some slut that used to date my brother then cheated on him and treated both him and our family like shit." She says in disgust. 

"Oh." I replied. 

"Fuck this! You want to go?" She asks me. 

"Sure." I replied. 

I stand up and grab my purse then we say goodbye to everyone who I seemed to have gotten to know many of them who all were very nice and welcoming. 

Both their parents told me to come back soon and then apologized for what just happened. 

"It's not your fault. Everybody has one or a few in their family." I laugh. 

We finished saying 'goodbye' then started walking out to the car when we spotted both Victor and her talking then suddenly kissing. 

"Ugh. I swear my brother is so stupid." She rolls her eyes in disgust while getting in the car. 

"You're a dork." I laugh at her. 

"Hey! Don't catch anything this time bro!" Maritza yelled out the window before I took off. 

"Damn....You really hate her huh?" I comment. 

"Yeah well, that bitch doesn't deserve to be breathing the same air we do. She is evil." Maritza says. 

For the rest of the ride back to the apartment, she turned on the radio and some salsa came on and she started dancing in the car. 

"I love this song." She says. 

"I can tell." I laugh. 

"Yeah well, this is what the music is supposed to do, make you want to dance." She says. "Oh my god, I just thought of somewhere I'd want to take you next Friday." She says excited. 

"What?" I asked curiously. 

"Salsa dancing at this club that I know a few people who work there and can get us in!" 

"Sounds great but I don't dance all that good, let alone Salsa." I tell her. 

"It's easy. You feel the music and let it move you. Plus, I can teach you a few things before we go." She winks. 

"Okay." I reply. "Can't wait." 

This is going to be very interesting.

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For the next few days, after classes, Maritza showed me dance moves. Luckily I had caught on pretty quick and she was surprised and had teased me about how white I was when she first began teaching me. 

Now, Friday was coming up in a couple of days and after a few minutes into practicing dancing by myself since she was running late. 

I had spun myself and almost lost my balance and was waiting to hit the hardwood floor but never did. 

When I saw why not, I realized I was stopped by Victor. 

"You know, this is why you need a partner." He teases me. 

I quickly stand up and feel a bit embarrassed not knowing how long he's been here already. 

"How did you get in here?" I asked. 

"My sister gave me a key." He says. 

"Well, she's running a little late cause she had to grab some books from the library." I tell him. 

"That's fine. I can wait." He shrugs then takes a seat on the couch. 

"But you can't stay here." I tell him. 

"Why not?" He asks with a look of bewilderment. 

"Because I'm in the middle of practicing some Salsa dancing and don't want you here criticizing me or seeing me at all." I tell him. 

"Yeah well...." He says as he starts to get comfortable by putting his feet up on the coffee table with his hands behind his head with a smirk. 

"I don't mind." He winks. 

"Don't you have something else you could do or someone else you can go hang out with, like your girlfriend?" I mention, not really meaning to bring her up. 

"Why, you jealous?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow. 

"Pff. I could care less. But I want to show Maritza a new move and again, don't want you here." I repeat. 

He looks me up and down and leans forward while licking his lower lip then gets up and right as I think he's about to leave, instead, he removes his hoodie and tosses it onto the couch wearing his jeans and dark filled shirt showing off his muscular physique and tattoos. Oh god, he can be a model. 

"Come here." He says holding out his hand towards me. 

"What?" I asked looking at him weird. 

"Show me the new move and I'll let you know rather or not if it's any good." He says. 

"I don't think so." I reply nervously.

I can start to feel my cheeks turning red as they begin to heat up as I'm thinking of the many things that could go wrong while showing him the move and feel embarrassed already. 

"Come on." He insists as he takes hold of my hand and I start feeling butterflies fly all around in my stomach. 

I guess I might as well just show him since he clearly won't let it go otherwise. So I take in a deep breath and let it out before then  grinding my hips and swaying them side to side then turning around and falling back into his chest before pushing myself off of him and turning around to look at him while still holding his hand. He stands there looking at me with an expressionless face. 

"I knew I was terrible." I say as I cover my face and let go of his hand. 

"Actually, that was really good." He begins and then clears his throat a little bit. "You know, for a white girl just learning to dance." He teases. 

"Shut up." I laugh and playfully push his shoulder. 

"No but seriously, that was pretty good. There's another move you could do also. Here, put your hand in mine and have your other arm out as if I had just spun you around then as I pull you in spin back in towards me and face me." He says. 

"Okay." I reply. 

I get in position and then he nods letting me know to spin in towards him and the minute I do, my hand naturally just touches the side of his face as he lifts my leg immediately and brings it up to the side of his waist while he holds my thigh. 

His calloused hands provided such a strong grip and I couldn't help but tremble a little by his touch wanting more as we both stay in that position for a moment and then immediately pull away once we hear the door open. 

Next chapter will be posted soon! :)