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“We’re not exactly dressed for this place.”
I chuckled, my eyes scanning the room, drifting over the scantily clad women and hot-as-fuck men. Here, leather jackets, ripped jeans, and hoodies were a rule of thumb for the blokes. Nearly everyone had some kind of tattoo, and I couldn’t stop staring.
It’s magical.
“I wish I could dance like that,” I sighed wistfully.
When I was younger, I took dance classes, mainly Hip-Hop and Jazz. My hips moved to the Latin beat perfectly mixed with a drum and bass track.
How have I never heard of this place?
Ellie tugged me forward, sending me a mischievous grin.
“So let’s dance.”
I felt like everyone was watching us, especially me in that white fucking dress. But no one paid much attention, and Ellie led us into the dark centre, with Raff on her other side.
It was thick with sweat and perfume, aftershave and...I didn’t know what it was, but it was intoxicating.
It wasthrilling.
Ellie was still holding my hand, but I could make out her smile as she danced against Raff, her left-hand lifting to caress his cheek over her shoulder. Raff was a seasoned pro at this, and he seemed to move effortlessly with Ellie.
I released her hand, reassuringly squeezing it as I stayed close by. The music caressed my soul, allowing me to inhale deeper than I have in months. I closed my eyes, swaying my hips to the rhythm of the beat, my fingers in my hair as I danced. It was liberating, dancing because you loved the movements, not because it was what everyone else expected you to do.
It wasn’t long before I felt fingers on my hips from behind and a deep voice in my ear.
“It’s me. Don’t stop.”
Logan.
My heart explodes. I can’t be this close to him!
I was glad I couldn’t see him because you’d think he was my man the way I was moving. Swaying from side to side, I rested my head backwards on his shoulder, the scent of his woodsy aftershave greeting me. His arms moved around me, and I was conscious that we were dangerously close.
But God, this man can dance.
His hand pressed against my stomach softly, so I was flush against him. His head dropped forward towards my neck as my breathing increased. The music changed to a dirty beat, but it was slower. It was like the bass was having furious sex with the wave of the music, and I was here for it.
Logan’s lips didn’t touch my skin, but I could feel his warm breath against me, his arms tugging me closer to him. Our bodies didn’t seem to care that we weren’t a couple. Instead, they created their magic, moving sensually together without effort from either party.
I turned around, my hands moving instinctively around his neck. He was much taller than me, and despite the dark, I could see the silver shade of his eyes when he looked down at me.
Facing him changes everything.
His forehead met mine, his breath against my mouth as he slammed me against his body with one hand.
“Mmm,” he whispered, hooking one of my legs around his waist as he dipped me back, my hair falling to the floor. I clung to him, but he held me tight, and without warning, he lifted me back up, slowly unhooking my leg from his waist.
It’s dramatic, and I fucking love it.
We breathed heavily and remained utterly still, inhaling each other as we stared into the darkness, knowing the other was there. Finally, I stepped back, but Logan’s fingers laced with mine, begging me to stay.
I can’t do this. It’s not right. I’m with Carlisle.
Ellie wrapped her arms around my waist, and together we walked towards the edge of the dance floor, the lights on the wall in the distance our only guide.
“Fuck this. I need a drink. I’m dying.” Ellie gasped, fanning herself.
