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“Now that you have the hang of the basics, shall we try a little more?” he suggests.
While I was enjoying the intimacy of slow dancing together, there’s a hint of something wicked in his voice that intrigues me.
I nod, then immediately laugh in delight as Elias dips me.
There’s no chance of keeping up with any sort of recognizable steps now. Elias moves far faster than before, and IthinkI manage to follow with a reasonable amount of grace, especially given I don’t really know what I’m doing. I have no option but to surrender entirely to Elias’ lead. He lifts and spins me through the air like I weigh nothing at all, and dammit, it makes my heart skip. I was always such a sucker for casual displays of strength like that.
It’s dizzying and leaves me breathless, but it’sfun. He spins me around, pulling me back against him so our bodies are pressed flush together, faces so close I could easily lean in and kiss him. And, oh, I’m tempted, I’ll admit it, but then he smirks before gripping my hips and raising me into the next lift.
“Elias!” I say, half in protest, half laughing. He’s obviously showing off.
He slows us back down to a steady pace, swaying together. “Do you want to stop?” he asks.
“No, but…” I glance over to the tables at the edge of the dance floor. Caelan has sequestered a chair, sitting draped over the back of it as he watches Elias and me. His expression is bored detachment, but I feel he’s putting it on to cover something else. I feel bad about leaving him out.
“You sure you don’t want a turn, Caelan?”
Caelan snorts. “I ain’t doing that. Besides, the view from here isrealnice.” A wide smirk crosses his face.
It occurs to me that this dress is on the shorter side, and with its style, it tends to flare out rather easily. Sometimes even the lightest gust of wind is enough to blow it up. And with all the spinning and lifts Elias was doing… Normally I’d wear cycling shorts underneath so I don’t have to worry about that, but I didn’t bother this time. Because maybe I wouldn’t complain overly much if it was Elias and Caelan I ended up flashing my lingerie to.
Which is apparently exactly what I’ve been doing.
I smooth down the dress and shoot a half-hearted glare at him. It’s embarrassing to have him call me out on it, but if it gets him grinning crookedly at me with that heated look in his eyes, I don’t really mind at all. “You could’ve mentioned that earlier,” I mutter, cheeks reddening a touch.
He only laughs. “Why? Might as well have some fun while you’re all enamored with Elias.”
That moment of heat vanishes again, and I wonder if he is jealous at being left out. So, I drop the matter, leaving Elias’ side and going over to take Caelan’s hands in my own. “Come and dance,” I insist.
“I already told you I don’t know that ballroom shit.”
“That doesn’t matter. You can just stand there and sway from side to side with me for all I care, but I don’t like leaving you out.”
Caelan laughs again, but it’s got a softer edge than usual. “You’re cute.”
I tug him out of his seat and drag him to the dance floor, an action I only get away with because Caelan is amused enough to allow me to boss him around that way. Despite his claims of knowing nothing, he settles quite comfortably into an embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands settled on my waist.
He gives a hum of consideration. “I dunno fuck all about the fancy footwork shit, but if you want to be tossed about, I can do that for you.”
“Maybe.” It is thrilling how much strength they have, how they can so easily pick me up and throw me around. “But this is nice for now.”
Being held in his arms, close enough I can faintly hear the echo of his heartbeat, I shift my feet, trying to lead into some of the steps I’d been doing with Elias. Caelan raises his eyebrows, then rolls his eyes at me, but he obliges nonetheless.
Just small steps, turning in slow circles. And for a while, it’s nice. After a few long minutes of moving together, Caelan bores of slow and gentle.
The only warning I get is the flash of mischief in Caelan’s eyes and a sudden smirk before he dips me. I gasp and giggle. Then Caelan kisses me because he has to do something to one-up Elias.
My fingers clutch tighter at the back of his shirt, moaning softly as his lips press insistently against mine. “Ah, Caelan…”
“Is that romantic enough for you yet?”
I grin. “Very, but you don’t have to be romantic for me if you’re not comfortable with it.”
His eyes narrow, and he pulls me closer to him. Every firm line of his body is pressed against mine. “Would you prefer I pin you up against the wall and fuck your mouth with my tongue? ’Cause that’s what I’d really like to do with you,” he murmurs roughly against my ear, and my mouth goes dry.
Damn.I nod. That would also be very acceptable.
Caelan pulls back with a grin. Apparently, still determined not to be shown up completely by Elias, he tries a lift as well. Only his version is more like picking me up and tossing me boldly into the air, and I shriek, partially in surprise and maybe a bit of delight. It’s significantly higher than he has any right to be throwing anyone around, and he cackles as he catches me and spins me around.
