A picture of Dean, leaning against a wall, looking at the bustling people, brings a smile to my face. Verbally, he’s a closed book. But the second you look at him, all his secrets are painted in bright red.
“Thank you, Rhys.” I’m getting off my chair, taking a step closer to him, and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
That’s when I turn around. My intention was to find Dean, but he found me instead. All of him hardens. His face, eyes, the contours of his shadow. He stiffens under the colourful hues of the club. Hismask tightens around his fingers. Green eyes take turns looking at me and Rhys, but I’m certain he’s not staring at him but the stain on his cheek.
Explanation taunts my cheeks and tries to burst with thousands of reasons. It was a friendly kiss. A goodbye. But that’s not what it looks like to Dean.
His jaw ticks.
“Oh my gosh!I love this song. Fuck it, we have to dance!” Kat’s off her seat. She shoves everyone aside, pulling us onto the dance floor.
I can’t get out of Kat’s strong grip. I need to tell him what he saw was nothing.
But then Hina and Kat are moving their bodies, keeping me with them, screaming at me to move.
One song.
The deep bass synth blends with piano chords and the light hum of drums settles into a rhythmic beat. He’s here, watching me. I shut my eyes.
How deep is your love?
Our bodies move to the beat slowly, quickly turning into nothing but fun movement as soon as the beat drops.
We shake our heads, screaming the lyrics at each other while laughing.
I close my eyes and let the music take over.
Thick hands curl around my waist, drawing me into his chest.
Open up my eyes and tell me who I am.
Backing my head into solid muscle, I look up at his possessive green eyes concealed with a silver mask.
Is it like the ocean?
I lean back and move against him. He doesn’t have the same slick moves as us, but he does what he can. Our bodies say what our wordscan’t. I drag my hand down, locking it with his. His hot breath grazes my ear. “I’m having a hard time believing you aren’t a figment of my imagination.”
And for some reason it’s those words that break our trance.
It doesn’t matter that I kissed Rhys on the cheek, all I can think about is his faults. “You didn’t think that way when you sat with Kat.”
Sweaty bodies become unbearable.
“Nova,” his voice comes out clipped.
Stepping away, “I don’t want an explanation.” Then I get off the dance floor.
“Can I get a bottle of water, please.” I tap along the bar, looking over my shoulder seeing him marching towards me.
I’m uncapping the bottled water when Dean stands behind me, his presence larger than life. I take slow sips, letting myself feel composed even though my heart is a stampeding mess.
“It’s my favourite movie,” I tell him. “Dirty Dancing.”
Gulping down the rest of the water. “But you knew that, didn’t you?” I swivel around to face him. His chest near my face.
He doesn’t spare face muscles to look down. Just his eyes.
“Was it to impress me, Dean?” I rest a hand on his obliques. “To see if I’d retract my decision?”
