13. Dancin' in the Streets

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It didn't matter that it was one in the morning. It didn't matter that they'd both had way too much to drink and wouldn't be going home in their car. It didn't even matter that there was a rapidly growing crowd taking pictures of their clumsy attempts to two-step.

No, what mattered was the thrill of the dance. The feel of their bodies colliding on that muggy night. The knowledge that no matter how silly they felt inside, the other one was having the most magical evening of their life. Neon blurred above them as he spun her around and bent her over, and she eagerly accepted his lips pressing against hers.

"Should we call a cab?" he said as he withdrew.

"Nah." she replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

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