Tired. You were so tired of doing everything your parents wanted you to do, tired of the dullness that was your life. You wanted to break free and shape your being, you wanted to be yourself, not your parents' puppet. But never had you imagined that your little rebellion would have ended up involving dirty dancing and an incredibly flirty dance teacher. "I'll teach you and we'll do the competition together, but expect hard training," The feeling of relief and gratefulness was overwhelming you to the point of your lips forming into a smile that you wholeheartedly directed to him. Your nose almost bumped into his as you did, sending your heart berserk within your chest. The fragrance of his cologne was washing over you like water and you found yourself urging to inhale it deeply, but fought against it. The dancer showed no sign of nervousness at the close proximity, moreover, he was smirking teasingly down at you as he brought his lips to the shell of your ear. "Hard training, and lots and lots of...Touching."All Rights Reserved
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