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Ian and Owen are dancing with a group of girls, and I feel a little bad about interrupting their night, but they did each promise me a dance on the way here.
There’s no harm that can come from one little dance.
I know hockey players are off the table, and I have no actual interest in either of them.
It’s perfect. Really.
I’m a foot away from Ian when a hand grabs mine and spins me around. My dress billows around my legs and I stumble before Foster puts his hands on my waist to steady me. Damn heels.
His grip is firm, his arms and shoulders tense. His blue eyes are narrowed on mine, and I can’t help but laugh as his frown deepens.
“You didn’t have to follow me out here if you didn’t want to dance with me, little boy blue.”
He grunts, moving his hands from my hips and twirling me around as the band playsWalking on Sunshine. “I thought I asked you not to call me that, Princess.”
“Well, I mean, if the costume fits.”
He twirls me again before pulling me toward him. The movement is fast, hard, and I bump into his chest as his arms latch around me. I’m out of sorts and have to grab his shoulders to keep myself upright.
It was a trap.
My heart is pounding and it’s not from the dancing. I’m so close.Too close.
And I swear I can feel every single muscle in his shoulders.
Goading him to dance with me was a terrible idea.The Crushis loving this.
“It barely fits, which is why I didn’t want to be out here,” he rasps in my ear, his voice low but deep.
The costume. I know he’s talking about the costume.
But it doesn’t stop my brain from imagining him holding me close in the dark, whispering dirty things in my ear with that damn accent, all while ripping his clothes from his body. He’d groan as he lined himself at my entrance and slid inside me.It barely fits.
Dammit, Avery.
“Then why did you come out here?”
His grip on my hips tightens and he mumbles to himself before spinning me again. “Just have fun, Avery.”
I give him a tight nod and toss my hands in the air, lip syncing with the best of them as the song changes, because girls do just wanna have fun. Foster does too once he lets himself go and stops looking over at the cameras. Steve Harrington would be proud. And you know, I think he’s even more agile in those shorts than he is in his hockey pants.
We dance for several more songs, but he doesn’t pull me close again. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. Maybe I’m a little of both.
The Crushis ready to throw caution to the wind and see what he’s smuggling under those shorts, but she’s a horny little thing that needs a spanking… no. She’d like that. What’s the opposite of a spanking?
Dammit.
No more hockey players.
None at all.
Not even one.
I need to tattoo that somewhere on my body so I can look at it when I need a little reminder.
But thenSweet Carolinestarts to play, and as everyone flocks to the dancefloor, my brain comes back to reality. Rhett and Lucy, aka Malibu Ken and Barbie, are on one side of us, while Tag and Elle, dressed as the Mad Hatter and Alice, are on the other.
Everyone is shouting the words and waving their hands back and forth, and as soon as I join in, Lucy grabs my wayward hand and pulls me into a little girl’s group with her, Elle, and Jazz (who’s a smoking hot evil queen). I lose sight of Foster, but don’t search for him for long. The girls have me laughing and belting out the words to the song at a volume that should be embarrassing.
