Celia

30 Teach Me What To Do

Celia

I shut the bedroom door behind me, stomach nauseous and spine tense. I don't want to dance!

His smirk plays in my head and I glare at nothing, hungry for victory. I will win.

Opening his closet, I take out my white dress and put it on. It's knee length and flows over me, cinched at the waist and held by thin straps. Ideal for moving easily and cute.

I rush to the bathroom, hands cold and mouth dry. I should put on some makeup for confidence. Just five minutes. I take five minutes for light foundation and mascara. Okay, red lipstick too. It won't hurt.

Okay, red lipstick is a mess. I wipe the edges with a q-tip. Now I look like the Joker. It's okay, I don't think he'll notice. Heels? Barefoot.

I poke my head out the hallway, noticing he's sitting on the edge of the couch. Forearms resting on his knees, hands folded together.

"I'm ready..." I mumble.

His eyes fall to my feet and linger over my bare legs that try not to clench, my thighs where heat spreads between them and finally my face where I bite the inside of my cheek.

His lips curve at the corners. "What's this?"

"Nothing," I shrug.

He chuckles and I take his hand, pulling him to the middle of the living room.

"Let's get this over with," I roll my eyes and position myself an arm's length away. "Show me what you got."

"Teach me the steps, first." He puts his hands in the pockets of his black sweat, towering over me. I should've worn heels. No. Ari's asleep.

"What else do you want, a free win?" I scoff.

He folds his arms above his waist, getting in a Bachata position. "I'll do it better once I learn, that's how it works."

"On what, planet delusion? You lose!"

"How?" His brows furrow. "If you teach me and I do it better, doesn't that make you even a bigger loser?"

"You're something else, you know that?"

"I know," he smirks, then beckons to the couch where my phone is. "Go, put on some music."

My arms feel like jello as I reach for my phone and scroll through Spotify. I select a sultry Latin playlist and raise the volume enough to not disturb Ari.

"We have an audience," Gio points behind me and I turn to see Luna standing by the hall, staring with suspicious calmness. Gio holds his chest. "She came to see how awesome I am."

"More like she came to pick up whatever will be left of your ego when it crumbles on the floor," I mutter and reach my hands to take his.

He keeps the weight of his arms up, hovering his hands over mine as I pretend to be the guy.

"Okay, most of the time you keep a light hold on the girl..." I step to my right and tap my toe on the floor, lifting my hip. "But always be present so you can be firm when necessary."