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“You guys want anything?” Logan shouts and I shake my head.
Although maybe I should have something to drink. I’m a terrible dancer.
Glancing over at Finn, I see him looking down at his phone and my lips turn down in a frown.
Maybe if I slide up against him, he will forget all about that cute guy who got his number and who texted him almost immediately.
I saw the way Finn’s eyes lit up over it. How quickly he texted him back. How his hands had dropped from me and went straight to his phone, flying across the screen.
Fuck.
I’ve never had competition before. I don’t like it.
I am a terrible loser. I pout and whine.
I turn into a three-year-old.
“Actually, you know what? Get me drunk, Finn,” I say with a wide, frantic smile. “And then dance with me. Let me stand on your feet and move me like a marionette.” I bat my eyelashes at him.
Finn glances down at me, our eyes locking. He’s a good dancer. I’ve seen him at our high school dances, moving seamlessly with the beat.
I never could do that. I was bad enough with two legs and now I’m one leg down.
Send help.
But I know that if he were to place his hands on me and guide me, I’d be able to look somewhat decent.
I may even enjoy myself.
Maybe he will too.
“Dance with me, Finn. Teach me,” I say, and he ponders it a moment because we’ve never done this before. My high school dances were spent with girls from my class. But then Finn tugs me onto the dance floor and that’s all forgotten. My body falls into him, my chest against his, my hands snaking around his neck, and he moves his thigh between my legs, pressing up against me. Right there. Rightfuckingthere.
A gasp escapes my mouth as my hands slide into his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly.
“I’ll fucking teach you,” he growls into my ear and I bite back a moan.
Becauseyes, please. Teach me all the things, Finn.
His hips arch into mine, his fingers digging into my waist as we move in time with the beat.
Shit. He’s all I can feel and see.
It’s just me and him.
Us.
One of his hands trails up my back and he cups my neck.
I lean back to stare into his eyes, those fucking penetrating eyes, as we rock into each other. We move like we’re fucking.
Is this what it would be like to have him inside of me? I mean, now that I know he likes guys, I wonder if he’s ever considered me. Has he ever wanted me like that?
Gah, now I want to know.
I mean, he did have his hand around my dick this morning, making me come. The memory of it wakens me. My body alight with…something needy and insistent.
Finn leans forward and his lips brush against mine, breathing into me and I part my mouth to inhale him.
