Falling For You | ✓

8

"I swear on my Manolo Blahnik's, if you don't get you hands off my waist, I will hurt you," Nicole narrowed her eyes at him, fuming with how close he stood to her.

Blake just gave her an innocent look. "I'm just following instructions," he replied, still keeping his hands on her waist.

This was only their third dance rehearsal and she was so done with it.

Nicole didn't really see why they had to have a couple thing going on, in the middle of a group dance. It made no sense to her. But clearly, the instructor that Sebastian hired thought it was a great thing, and he of course would do anything, if would impress Mia.

What he failed to remember, was that Mia wasn't even dancing. The git was making them do all the work.

Of course, by elimination, Nicole just had to be partnered up with Blake, since the other couples wanted to dance together.

Sebastian and Aaron's moves weren't included, since at that point, they would be pulling their partners onto the dance floor.

Whilst, Nicole felt murderous, Blake was ecstatic.

He was loving this entire routine and nearly choked, when he was told he would be having his rehearsals with Nicole. Dancing with Nicole, for months till the wedding. It was like a dream, and he nearly wanted someone to pinch him.

Of course, Nicole had pinched him a couple of times, but the reason for that was completely different.

Nicole looked at Blake, gave him a smile, before roughly shoving his hands away from her.

"You're just being a pain," she said.

Blake leaned in closer. "I could be pleasure, if you let me," he whispered.

"You little-"

"Nicolette!"

The sound of their instructors' voice resonated throughout the room. The woman really couldn't speak in a lower decibel.

Nicole turned to look at the woman, who was giving her a disapproving look.

"It's Nicole," she replied, annoyed at the fact this woman, would not get her name right, no matter how many times she tried to tell her.

"It's wrong, is what it is. All wrong," the instructor, Señora Christina, told the two of them.

She then looked towards Blake, who just kept his hand behind his back, waiting on further instructions.

"Blake, you must hold her tightly. Feel the passion, the love, the heat," Christina said, clutching her hands into fists in front of her, emphasising the 'passion', that she wanted them to feel.

Whilst Nicole scrunched up her face in annoyance, Blake grinned. Her words, made him very happy.

He stepped forward, a smirk on his face, but at the same time Nicole stepped back, pointing a finger in his direction.

"You better get your heat the fuck away from me," she replied.

She was in no mood to feel 'the passion, the love,' and most certainly not, 'the heat'. She didn't even understand the meaning of the words. This was a wedding dance, not their audition for some kind of contest.

Blake sighed dramatically, and looked towards Christina. "Do you see what I'm working with?" He asked, resting a hand on his hip.

Nicole rolled her eyes.

Christina then looked at her. "Nicolette-"

"Nicole," she corrected.

"You must feel the love in the dance," Christina spoke, emphasising the word 'love'.