“What are you thinking about?” Hunter asked, leaning closer to me.
I looked at him. “How happy I am to be here with friends.”
Bree walked up to the table with two baskets full of chips and three bowls of salsa.
“Damn, girl, are you waitressing on the side and didn’t tell us?” Kyle asked as he took some of the items from her.
Bree laughed. “No, but my old days of waitressing in college are apparently still hanging on. Now that I’m not a lawyer anymore, I might need those skills.”
There was a short break in the music while the songs changed, and when the next one started, Bree gasped and Willa squealed. Or was it Kyle who’d made that noise?
“Oh God,” Bishop groaned.
“Willa!” Bree shouted and held her hand out for her.
Laughing, Willa said, “I’m too exhausted to dance.”
Bree looked devastated until she turned to Kyle. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. “Come on, you’ll have to do.”
“Excuse me?” Kyle said as he came to a stop. “I’ll have to do?”
Bree glared at him. “I know you like BLACKPINK, Kyle. I need a dance partner.”
Kyle huffed. “Go dance with Greer.”
Bree looked out at the dance floor, where Greer and Hudson where currently slow dancing to a fast song while they kissed. Focusing back on Kyle, she said, “Yeah, I don’t think Hudson would appreciate that. Please, Kyle? Please?”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Fine, let’s go.”
He took her hand, and they made their way to the dance floor.
“What group is playing?” I asked Hunter. He smiled at the two when they started to dance.
“It’s a K-Pop group called BLACKPINK.”
I frowned. “What’s K-Pop?”
“Korean Pop,” Bishop shouted. “Kyle is a whore for it.”
Abby hit Bishop. “Don’t be mean.”
“What? He is! Look at him.”
We all turned to see Kyle and Bree dancing together. The song changed to another one from the same group.
“Wow, Kyle can really dance,” I said, watching him and Bree dancing rather…close. “Goodness, they’re, um…really getting into it.”
Hunter laughed and looked back at me. “Kyle and Bree are both huge BLACKPINK fans.”
Smiling, I said, “Kyle never ceases to amaze me. First Jane Austen, now K-Pop.”
Willa and Abby both laughed.
“Here’re your drinks,” the waitress said as she and another server passed out the drinks at our table.
Greer and Hudson both came back to the table and sat down. After taking a sip of her beer, Greer looked back to the dance floor. “Man, how is it Bree and Kyle can look so incredibly sexy dancing together while arguing at the same time?”
“What?” Willa asked, laughing. “They’re arguing?”
Hudson nodded. “You should hear them. I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think they were an old married couple.”
“What are they arguing about?” I asked.
Greer covered her mouth and laughed. “All I heard was Bree telling Kyle that if she felt him get hard, she’d kill him. Then Kyle complained she wasn’t dancing to the rhythm of the song.”
Hudson added, “To which Brighton told Kyle to go eat a bag of dicks.”
The entire table burst into laughter before small conversations broke out among everyone. I turned and looked back at the dance floor. Bree and Kyle were still dancing, and a part of me longed to be like Bree. So carefree and not willing to let anyone or anything hold her back.
“Do you want to dance?” Hunter asked.
Smiling, I nodded. “Yes. I’d love to dance.”
“Fast or slow song?” he asked.
“Both!” I replied with an excited giggle.
He stood and took my hand, then led me to the small dance floor. It wasn’t very crowded at the moment. A live band was playing later, and Greer said it would get much busier then, but for now there was a DJ onstage.
The song that had been playing ended and a Britney Spears’ song, “Gimme More,” started. Hunter laughed, took my hand, and spun me around before pulling me against him. The way his hands moved over my body instantly had me on fire.
We moved with the beat of the music as if we’d danced to this song a million times. Hunter pressed his mouth to my ear. “I think we need to show these people what real dancing is, Bella.”
I drew back and smirked. “That could be scandalous, Mr. Turner.”
He pulled me closer and leaned me back in a slow dip before pulling my body back to his. “I’m not worried about a scandal if you’re not.”
I lifted my hand and ran my finger along the side of his face as our bodies moved in a way that proved we had done this a thousand times. “I’m not.”
Hunter’s hand moved up my back, and he pulled me even closer. I could feel how hard he already was as we danced together sensually. I had forgotten my body could move like this, and it felt so freeing. Of course, it helped that I had taken dance lessons from age two until I left for college. It was like riding a bike. My body instantly found the beat of the song. And the way Hunter looked at me, touched me, moved with me, made me feel like a goddess.