When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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As the clear liquid pours down my throat, I can't help but smile. I feel so good, so free, I just want to dance on the tables and shout from the top of my lungs that I'm having a good time.
Eldon tilts the bottle up and stops the flow of vodka down my throat, I look up at him, my brows pulling down so that my eyes form a scowl.
"Easy babe, I just wanted to have some too," he tells me, a slight humour to his tone as he realises that he just pissed me off. I choose to ignore that though, instead I watch as he pours some of the liquid down his throat too.
I snatch the bottle from him, and with a devilish grin, start running across the room, jumping over anything that gets in my way.
"Catch me if you can!" I yell playfully to Eldon, looking back to see a smug smile painted on his features.
He follows, chasing me as I run as fast as I can. I run to hop over the red sofa in one of the rooms at the back end of Steph's house, but I'm stopped when I feel a gentle grip around my waist.
Pulling me towards him, Eldon snatches the bottle back and places it on the table next to the couch. I lean into his grip, spinning myself around to face him.
"No fair, that was my drink!" I shout playfully at him, my teeth showing as I grin at him with wide eyes, leaning closer so that our faces are only inches apart.
His cologne has mixed with the smell of alcohol, but I don't mind, he actually still smells really good. I rest my hands on his shoulders, never daring to break eye contact as I watch his pupils dilate at the sight of my body in the silk red dress that I'm wearing.
He looks so damn cute with his tight black jeans and white t-shirt. So adorable, I just want to grab his face and kiss him.
I lean into his grip on my waist, widening my eyes and nodding my head to tell him that it's okay if his hands want to move down to somewhere more comfortable.
He takes my hint, and I feel his hands rush over the soft silk, smoothing against my body as he reaches my ass, cupping it lightly with his hands and squeezing the skin over my dress ever so slightly.
The little jolt of movement causes me to lean forward into his grip more, my entire weight resting on him as my smile grows.
I stare at his lips, they're perfect and practically begging for me to claim them, and then I look at his eyes which pierce mine with so much passion.
He feels the same way I do, I know it. I lean my face closer to his, tilting my head slightly and closing my eyes as my lips brush over his gently. I tease him, not indulging him with a kiss until he tells me that's what he wants.
My tongue swipes across his lower lips, and he parts them but I don't do anything else, I just wait for the words. He knows I love to tease him this way, it's all I ever do.
