I snapped my fingers, and she looked at me like she was seconds from ripping my head off. “Volleyball?” I took my finger and spun it in the air. “Turn around. Let me see.” A bubble of excitement started to creep up my throat when the apples of her cheeks turned pink. “Excuse me?” I furrowed my brow. “Volleyball players have a pretty decent ass. Let me see.” Her jaw dropped, and I threw my head back and laughed. “I’m kidding, Bryant. Will you lighten up?” I snapped my fingers again, the relaxation halting for a second. “I’ve got it. You’re a dancer, I bet. And not the cheerleading type of
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