“But it’s the Kevin Bacon song!” she says, pressing her hands to my chest and pushing me back towards where people are dancing.
“All the more reason that we are not dancing to this song,” I tell her over the music.
“What’s the matter, Calloway? Two left feet?” I recognize the voice immediately.
I turn to see Jett standing next to us. “What do you want?” I ask with a warning in my voice.
“I think the real question is what does Ashlyn want?” he asks. “Because it sounds like she wants to dance. And if you’re not up for it–”
Before he can finish the sentence, I take Ashlyn by the hand and pull her to the floor. Do I know how to dance like Kevin Bacon? No. Do I know how to dance to this song at all? Not really. But I do know how to dance, and I’m about to show the entire room that.
As I spin her around and pull her against me, we take the center of the floor, and suddenly it’s like no one is here but us. By the end of the song, we are both smiling, and Jett is gone. So we keep going. By the end of the next song, we are both laughing and sweating and panting, and my arms are locked around her, holding her against me.
“I had no idea you could dance,” she says, looking up at me.
“Of course I can dance,” I tell her, looking down at her.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, and her chin tips up, inviting me to come closer.
So I press my lips to hers because this is what we agreed to. And because everyone is watching. The cameras are flashing and phones are recording.
But mostly because…I want to. That is, until she pulls away and her face goes pale. “I don’t feel so good.”
Uh oh.
Chapter 15
Ashlyn
I’m not reallysure what just happened. One minute, I’m drinking because I’m mad at Zane for being an overbearing jerk I have to date because if I don’t, I could lose my job. The next thing I know, I’m tipsy, we are kissing, and dancing. On the dance floor, it felt like we were the only people in the room.
Okay. I might be a little more than tipsy. I also might be about to lose my lunch and three gin and tonics.
I lean into Zane as he escorts me to his car and opens the passenger door.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, looking unsteadily down at his Corvette.
“Taking you home? Yes,” he says.
“What if I get sick?” I ask.
“Lean out the window,” he says with a smirk, and despite how lousy I feel, it makes me smile.
As we head down the street, I stare out the window at the nightlife. I know I had too much to drink, but I also had a lot of fun. I think I was overdue for fun.
“I feel bad that you have to drive me home,” I say as the lights swirl around me.
“Well, it’s convenient since we live in the same house,” he says, and I suddenly remember that he’s right. I start laughing, and once I start, I can’t stop.
“What’s so funny?” he asks with a confused look on his normally smug face, and it just makes me laugh harder.
“You must think I’m crazy,” I say.
“I mean, the thought has crossed my mind,” he says, and I snort. That’s enough to make him smile, and the next thing I know, Zane is laughing too.
We pull up to his house, and he kills the engine, gets out, and rounds the car to open my door. He offers me a hand, and I take it. It’s hard to be a stubborn, independent woman when the world is spinning like a top.
“You good?” he asks as he closes the door behind me.
