The four of us chatted for a bit longer, but I was itching to get back to dancing. WhenGet Lowcame on, I demanded that Cole come dance with me. It was random, but in high school I’d always dreamed of grinding to that song. This was my chance. And it was everything I’d imagined and more. At first I wasn’t sure I was doing a good job with my grinding, but the growing stiffness in Cole’s pants put my mind at ease. I couldn’t tell if he was ten inches like he’d claimed in the forest, but it felt pretty damn big.
The song ended far too soon. And then the DJ started playing the first slow song of the night.
Cole immediately spun me around. Our bodies pressed together and we locked eyes as he pulled me close.
“I know I promised to be a gentleman,” he said. “But…”
I didn’t wait for him to finish. I got on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. As he kissed me back with his pillowy lips, everything melted away. In that moment, me and him were the only two people in the world. I was weightless in his arms as we glided over the dance floor.
I had liked dancing earlier, but grinding didn’t hold a candle to slow dancing with Cole.
My heart sank when the song ended, but it was like Cole didn’t even notice. He just kept kissing me until I finally had to pull back to get a breath.
He ran his finger across my lip and stared at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
“You know,” I said. “If you always acted like this, I might not have made you make those promises earlier.” I was actually kind of leaning toward letting him get me naked now. Maybe.
“Slow dancing makes you want to get spit roasted?”
“No!” I pushed him backwards. He stumbled and nearly knocked over two couples. “I meant the other promise.”
“You no longer want to get me naked?”
“Not that either. God, way to ruin the moment. I was trying to be sexy.”
He laughed. “You don’t have to try to be sexy. I’m pretty sure it comes naturally to you.”
Before I could respond, the DJ’s voice blared through the speakers. “Who’s ready for the final song?!”
Final song? But I want to keep dancing!
The rest of the dancing couples apparently didn’t agree with me, because they cheered the DJ’s words.
“Well, that’s my cue. Game time,” said Cole. He gave me a quick kiss and ran off the dance floor.
I chased after Cole. But by the time I got through the sea of dancing couples, he was nowhere to be found.
Where had he gone? And what had he meant about game time? And why did men keep running away from me?
I checked the bar first, and then I checked each of the couches. No sign of Cole.
The only place left to check was the bathroom. It was possible that he’d had a bathroom emergency and was too embarrassed to tell me. Right?Or maybe he and Tom are spit roasting Kat.
Nope, that wasn’t it. Because Kat was walking towards me.
“Hey, Kat,” I said. “Have you seen Cole?”
“Yeah, I just saw him go outside.” She pointed to where she’d just come from and then hurried off.
I took off towards the door. Back through the cat-picture lined hallway and into the grand foyer.
Ah! There he is!Cole had just come in the front doors.
“Cole!” I called, but the damned foyer was so big that my voice never reached him. He must not have seen me either, because he turned and jogged up some stairs.
Where was he going? And more importantly…why was he carrying his rodeo bag?
This Is War - Chapter 36 - Room 236
