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Music playing from inside the apartment.
I don’t recognise the song, but it sounds as if it has elements of Blues or something.
Curiosity piqued, I open the door, the music louder now as I close the door behind me. My eyes roam over the apartment until they land on a perky little ass sticking out of the refrigerator, hips swaying and wiggling along with the music. I can’t help but admire the view.
A blonde head emerges, with Mia dressed in a pair of jean shorts that hug her ass in just the right way and a black Guns n Roses shirt that she has tied at her hip. Her blonde hair is wild and untamed like I know she can be as she proceeds to dance around the kitchen with an array of foods in her hands, apparently starting to cook. She sways her hips, lost in the music, which I understand too well, a look of bliss and ease on her face, only making me smile in return.
She is so lost that when she spins in the kitchen like someone is dancing with her, her eyes catch mine, and I expect her to get spooked and maybe get so embarrassed at being caught that she stops, but I’m happy that she continues to move. Her eyes now hold mine as she sways her hips, and a smile tilts at her lips. “You’re back!” She looks me over. “Where’s your beer?”
I almost let my smile slip as I think of Hunter and consider telling her, but I decide not to, not when she is so happy. Besides, if Hunter cleans up his act, she won’t need to get hurt further, so instead of telling her the truth, I merely shrug. “They didn’t have the ones I like.”
She pouts for a moment before a twinkle of mischief appears on her face and she starts to waltz over to me, waving her arms around in a flourish. I can’t help myself. I should just crack a joke and walk away, but I love seeing this light in her, and if I can keep it burning, I will. So as she waves her arms around, lost in the music, I grab one of her hands and spin her into me.
She squeals in surprise when she impacts with my chest, her eyes wide in surprise a second before I spin her back out.
I don’t let go of her hand as she stands before me, her mouth agape and her eyes wide in shock as I smirk at her. “Dance with me?”
I instantly think of images of my parents and how they would dance together when I was young, laughing in the kitchen, and how I always wanted that, though I never thought I’d get it… until now.
But Mia doesn’t need a guy grinding on her. She needs a friend, a shoulder and a listening ear. I will be whatever she wants to be, but right now I just want to dance with her, to experience this just once.
She hesitates but smiles, her eyes softening as I feel her hand tighten on mine, and nodding, she says, “I’d love to.”
I pull her in, and she comes willingly, resting her hand on my shoulder as I place mine on her hip, feeling a sliver of skin there as we move around the kitchen to the music.
We just move, staring at each other, lost in the music together, until Mia suddenly asks, “Where did you learn to dance?”
I smile. “Mom taught Conner and I when we were kids. She always said it was a skill every gentleman should have.”
She cocks her head. “Is that what you are? A gentleman?”
I tilt my head, raising a single brow. “What do you think?”
She blinks, thinking for a moment before answering. “I think you are full of surprises. I think you like to sometimes pretend to be tough and hard, but you have a soft side as well.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
She purses her lips before shaking her head. “It’s different. This soft side of you, it’s like I only get to see it. I don’t see you show this side of you to anyone else. It’s like we have our own secret world here.”
I can see this bond growing between us, and I should just lie and tell her that it isn’t just her, but I can’t do that, not to her. I sigh, nodding my head. “It is only you.” I hold her eyes with my own. “Only for you.”
I should be keeping some distance, but I feel the room grow hot, the space between us getting scarce, the taste of her breath on my lips as we get closer. My head is screaming at me to back off, but everything else, my body and my heart, are pulling me closer to her.
We are so close that I can feel her heart beat against my chest as her warm body is pressed against mine. One more inch and it’s game over; I won’t be able to stop.
One more inch.
I hear her sharp intake of breath a second before our little world is shattered by a loud, obnoxious knock on the door. We both freeze, still holding each other as if unsure of how we wanted proceed, like she's waiting for me to decide.
I clear my throat, my voice cracking as I whisper, “I should probably get that.”
She just nods, stepping back from me, her eyes on the floor as she runs her hands through her hair, something I know she does when she is stressed or anxious.
Watching her for a moment, not knowing what I could say, I decide to step back and force my legs to carry me to the front door as another knock sounds.
Disappointed and worked up, I answer the door, ready to tell the person to go fuck themselves, when I am met with three pairs of grins.
I see Malcom first, dressed in a light blue button-down, his hair combed and a kind smile. Travis is beside him, resting his forearm on the doorframe, dressed in his usual black T-shirt with jeans and a smirk on his face, as if he knows what they almost walked in on.
