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“Okaaayyy,” the waitress says before she disappears to fill our order.
“What am I missing?” Declan looks between us.
“Oh, you didn’t hear? These two made out in a car, Fisher found them, and now Calista has informed Rylan that they won’t be sleeping together this time around and that has pissed Rylan off. And probably left him sexually frustrated.”
A part of me wants to laugh at the sheer glee in Aubrey’s eyes at getting to fill in Declan in front of Rylan.
“I’m not pissed,” Rylan says before sipping his beer.
“Well, we’re back to them hating each other again,” Aubrey informs her fiancé.
The waitress returns.
“Yay! Thank you.” I pick up the shot as soon as she has it down on the table.
Looking over at my new friends, I hold it up in the air. Then I down it and they down theirs. One guy winks at me.
“Good now?” Rylan asks, voice seething.
“Yeah, but that’s four and my tolerance is a little low.” I grab Aubrey’s shoulders. “Let’s dance!”
The song “i hate u, i love u,” by gnash (feat. olivia o’brien) plays, and I point at Rylan.
“This is, like, our song!” I shout over the music and smile.
He doesn’t. “Then we should be the ones who dance to it.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Thankfully, it’s the club version of the song, so I wiggle my ass into him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Let’s be clear on something,” he leans in to whisper into my ear. His knuckles glide down the sides of my body until his hands mold to my hips and his fingers dig into my flesh. “You are mine.” I try to turn around, but he holds me in place, circling his lower half into my ass. “And I’m yours. No matter what you might think, there is no one besides you.”
I close my eyes, his breath sending goose bumps up my neck. “Ry—”
“No. I accept your decision, but don’t you ever think that I used you for sex. It’s so hard having my hands on you knowing I can’t do everything I want to do. And that’s not because of how good we fuck, Calista. It’s because when I’m with you, all my other problems vanish. We have two weeks left and I was going to try to stay away, but if you think I’m gonna sit back and watch you flirt with other men, you’re so fucking wrong.”
The song ends and he leaves me alone on the dance floor while I try to make sense of his words and the feelings they brought up.
The band comes back on stage and announces that it’s their final set. Aubrey joins me as the shots really take effect. “Feel It Still” by Portugal. The Man plays, and we scream since we love this song. Our hips move and we circle around, dancing only with each other. We clap our hands along with everyone else on the dance floor. The girl singer does a fabulous job of making the song uniquely hers.
I close my eyes and feel the beat, moving to the music as though it’s running through my veins. Another song comes on, then another, and Aubrey and I don’t leave the dance floor. Rylan and Declan stand at the table, sipping their drinks and watching us until “Cupid Shuffle” by Cupid comes on. When he hears the song, Declan practically jumps over people to get to the dance floor. In fact, everyone in the whole place is racing to the dance floor.
One of the guys who bought me a shot comes to my side, smiling at me. I figure he can dance next to me, but seconds later, Rylan stands between him and me. I don’t care though. I just want to dance and keep feeling as free as I do in this moment.
The four of us are laughing as Declan exaggerates every dance movement. I accidentally run into Rylan and my hand lands on his chest. He catches me, and our eyes don’t stray from one another’s. We go through the dance steps with me in front of him, his footwork as flawless as it is on the soccer field. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands are on my hips, directing me.
Who am I kidding thinking that he could be this close and I’d be able to not sleep with him?
“Shit!” Declan screams.
We turn to see Aubrey helping him up from the dance floor. He limps to the table. Rylan leaves me to go tend to Declan, but he waves Rylan off as he approaches. Aubrey gets him on a stool.
“Keep having fun, everyone. I’m fine.” Declan cringes when he tries to move.
“What is it?” Aubrey asks, concern all over her face.
“My groin.”
“Your groin!” Aubrey screeches. “We’re going to be married in less than two weeks. We have to consummate the marriage.”
