“That was good,” I breathed out, sweat forming on my browline. I grappled with her, hauling her onto her side as our limbs tangled and our bodies intertwined like a pretzel. “Use your legs.” She huffed and heaved, moving her arms over mine, trying to swivel my hips with both of her legs. “I thought you didn’t dance,” she forced out, my face pressed to the crook of her neck. I stilled for a beat, replaying her words, and then my mind reeled back to Jay’s bedroom. A pile of CDs in our laps. Her hazel eyes sparkling, bewitching me, altering my fucking DNA. “Do you dance?”
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