Just as the beat catches me and I’m getting into it, I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist. I don’t turn around as I know it’s Cory. He couldn’t stand to let me have all the fun.
I push my backside into his crotch, and a set of arms yank me back tighter, and as I lean back into his chest, something feels different. The chest behind me doesn’t feel like the comfort of Cory’s.
This chest is hard, like I’m backed into a brick wall. I keep moving as I try to figure out who’s behind me. I skim my eyes down to the arms wrapped around my waist. I notice the white rolled up shirt and tattoos.
I know then it’s not Cory. I go to sidestep him, to turn around and figure out my mystery dancer, but I’m stopped, and the music comes to an end and switches to “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.
Then a deep voice whispers into my ear, “Don’t stop and don’t turn around. Just feel the beat, let it take over your sexy as sin body.”
I know that voice from somewhere, but can’t place it. The connection I feel being caught in his arms is off the charts. My skin is moist from the sweat of dancing. Little pricks of electricity are rolling over my body.
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