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There—the frown morphs into a pleased smile. He grips my hands more firmly. "I did."
I let him take the lead, enjoying how he takes me to the center with confidence. I've seen how he carries himself in day-to-day life, his dexterity in the kitchen, his speed and strength when saving me from danger. I'm expecting great things from his dancing.
The band changes the tune they're playing. Two men blast on tubas, another on a sax. It sounds like the type of music Arsen put on when we were driving to the safehouse. His eyes flash, a vibrant energy coming over him. "Ready?"
"Sure," I half-laugh. "You don't need to look so intense."
He smirks ear to ear, one hand gliding down my arm, over my elbow, leaving pleasant ripples everywhere he touches. He ends by gripping my lower back, just above my ass. Suddenly it's harder to draw a full breath.
I was wrong. He's not great.
He's incredible.
Arsen spins me in a circle, and to my personal horror, I stumble. Catching myself, I narrow my eyes, my competitive nature roaring to life. I haven't made a mistake on a dance floor since I was a child. "You're alright," I tell him lightly.
His chuckle is razor sharp. "Just alright?"
"Were you trained?" I ask, my feet tapping around his, matching his pace. His palm smooths over my hip, grazing my thigh as he lifts my leg to hook onto his middle. It's not fair that he can throw me off balance with sexy moves like this. I try to maintain a cold expression, but it's impossible when he dips me low, his face inches from mine.
His teeth glint in the fairy lights strung above. "I taught myself."
"Bullshit," I scoff.
The smugness in his laugh creates hot swirls in my heart. "So you are impressed."
"Fine, maybe a little."
That time, his laugh is warmer—kinder. It coaxes a smile out of me. Hoisting me up to my feet, he holds me close, our bodies swaying in unison. "It should come as no shock that I think you're amazing, too. Your movements have the power of ballet, the grace, but can you do anything else?"
Taking it as a challenge I prop my hands on his shoulders. Rocking my hips, I grind myself against the front of his pants. His eyes widen—it's ambrosia to me. Spinning, I set my ass against him next, continuing to swivel. His hard-on is instant. "I might have some other moves," I say slyly.
He breathes across the back of my neck. "You tease." Sweeping my hair aside, he kisses behind my ear, rolling his body into mine. We dance slowly, ignoring the tempo of the high-energy brass band. We're in our own world. Everyone else has vanished.
The music dies out, people laughing and exiting the stage. Arsen cradles me tight, not letting me join them. He's not ready to be finished here. Alone in the middle of the stage, the sun setting on the horizon, we kiss until we can't any longer. Gasping for oxygen, we grin like teenagers who've escaped their parents. Our love is so over the top it feels like we're getting away with something criminal just by being together.
"Come on," he says, pointing at the ocean. "The stars are out."
My body is floating. I have to double check to make sure I'm touching the ground, scanning to confirm I'm leaving footprints in the sand.
The voices of the others on the resort fade away the further we go. Arsen keeps us out of the water, but a few times the tide tries to tag us, and we dodge away with laughter. Up above the purple sky has become an ink wash packed with glitter. The stars are numerous, I could never count them all, not even if we stayed here for a hundred years.
"Look!" I cry, crouching down to dig an orange shell from the sugary sand. "Isn't it pretty?"
Arsen takes the shell and holds it up. He levels it beside my face, his voice softer than velvet. "Next to you it's forgettable."
How can he still make me blush? I sit on the sand, drawing my knees to my chest and hugging them. Arsen joins me, our arms grazing as we watch the ocean roll elegantly just a few feet away. "I could stay here forever," I sigh.
"Should we move here with Steven?" he chuckles.
"My mother would hate that. She can't be away from him for more than a few hours."
"I’m sure she’ll manage."
I smile in agreement. "She's probably having a blast right now with him. That, or freaking out. She can panic about the oddest things." I chuckle, but Arsen doesn't join in.
He's gazing at the water with a faraway look in his eyes. The look doesn't change when he shifts enough to stare down at me. "What happened earlier?"
I go stiff as Rebar. "What do you mean?"
