Yeah, clearly I hadn't drunk enough at dinner.
I bit down on my lip, letting the pain distract me for a brief moment while my heart stopped slamming against my chest. The last time I'd danced was at prom. No joke. I did not dance. I didn't even dance at my sister's wedding. I drank wine and hid my Kindle under the table, reading when nobody was looking. Which, newsflash: nobody had been looking, until Jace had been sent my way.
He had sauntered. You know what I mean. The saunter, also known as the sensual walk of a man who knows he's been blessed with every human gift known to humanity. Good looks, good teeth, good body. Good Thor, he'd been hot.
I'd dropped my best friend that night.
My Kindle. I'd accidently dropped it onto the floor and gaped as he held out his hand and asked if I wanted to dance. I'd said no; well, actually I'd just shaken my head and sighed, because I'd remembered him, and it was just like a fairytale. Having the prince of my dreams reach out to me, pick me out of a crowd. Yeah, I'd basked. Instead of dancing, we'd shared a few drinks, happily delivered via the Drugging Grandmother Express.
"Come on." Jace licked his lips and pulled me closer as we weaved through the crowd of happy couples.
Being this close to him was so not distracting enough to get my mind off the fact that five days from now I'd be saying goodbye to the one and only guy I was falling hard for.
Stupid Thor.
Stupid blond hair.
Abs! Curse you! I mentally shook my fist.
"Come on." Jace grabbed my hand and steered us through the crowds of people having sex on the dance floor.
I wasn't a dancer. Because dancing was just another way people could make fun of me.
Elle Goulding's "Burn" came on.
My heart thumped against my chest as Jace laughed and pulled me against his chest; the lights turned down as he twirled me around and then tugged my leg up around his waist.
Oh. My.
It was the techno-version of the song, or the club version, so it was faster than what I'd heard on the radio.
Jace released me and started dancing around me.
And I was officially in a dilemma. Either I moved and tried to dance with him, or I stared as his body moved in perfect sync with the music. I'd have words with God later about that. I mean, how is it even possible that a guy that beautiful should have everything?
The song slowed.
Jace tugged me against him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands moved to my hips, helping me move with the same rhythm he was moving with. I closed my eyes and gave up.
I gave up feeling sad.
I gave up feeling embarrassed.
And danced.
&
nbsp; Until the song changed to Jay-Z, and then I was lost all over again. I couldn't get the rhythm right.
Finally, I gave up and tried to pull away from Jace, but he pulled me back against him and whispered, "Nobody puts baby in a corner. Nobody."
I felt my grin stretch to my ears as he twirled me. Yes, twirled me to a rap song and then kept me turned around as he moved his hands against my skin. His body rocked against mine, his abs pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me from behind. Every movement caused enough friction between us to burn the entire club down.
The song ended too soon.
Sweaty, I stepped away from Jace. "That was... nice."