Dance With Me

Dance With Me

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Dancer + loner hot guy = love ——————————— "What do you mean?" I asked breathlessly. Caleb was so close to me, I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. "Rosie, I want you. I want to be with you and be happy. I-I think I need you." Caleb stuttered out while gazing into my hazel eyes. His eyes were so intense, so filled with emotion. It honestly scared me, but I wanted him to. My feelings towards him were like nothing I've ever felt before, not even for Brian. He was leaning closer to me, his electrifying blue eyes mesmerizing me to the bone. He kept glancing briefly at my lips, before connecting our eyes together once again. "Okay" I softly whispered, I thought I whispered it just quiet enough for him not to hear, but I was wrong. He swooped down, capturing our lips together in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around me, while backing me up against the mirror wall in the dance studio. It felt exhilarating.
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Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. "God, you're cute." He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. "You're pretending." I whispered to myself. "None of this is real." - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

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