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35 | breathe

raine

IT'S LATE when my practice ends. My calves are sore, and I still have to worry about homework and the upcoming audition that is eating up my time. Mrs. Sera says my dance is perfect, but I'm still running the routine back to back even though I probably shouldn't.

Arrow is picking me up because he hates when I drive home late, all by myself in the dark. It's nice, having someone take care of you every once in a while.

The pirouette that I've been working on the last few hours isn't sticking. I repeat the motion over and over again, but no matter how hard I try, it's not executed well. Which is strange, because pirouettes are one of my best moves.

By the time Arrow arrives at the studio, there are tears of frustration in my eyes. I bury my face in my hands, and Arrow wraps his arms around me.

"I hate dance."

He chuckles. "No, you love dance."

"I can't do it," I growl out. "I'm going to fail my audition."

"No, you're not," he says, his voice clear with certainty. "After all your hard work, I'm mad that you can even talk to yourself like that."

I lift my head, looking at him through bleary eyes.

"You're dancing for you, Raine. No one else. So stop with this shitty attitude and try it again." Arrow turns me around and smacks me on the ass. "You got this, baby."

I glare at him, but his smile only makes me break out into a grin. Taking a deep breath, I start my music and settle into the same position once again.

Arrow being here should make me nervous, but it just provides reassurance and comfort.

When I run it again, I end the routine with a perfect, 10 revolution pirouette and a huge smile on my face. Sweat runs down my temple, and my face is flushed, and Arrow looks like he's in awe.

"You're amazing," he says, swooping me up. "Holy fuck, I'm dating a ballerina."

I erupt into giggles when he starts tickling me. "You," he says in between my laughter. "are," giggle, "perfect."

Quickly, I crush my lips to his. It turns heated in what has to be a world record. He's backing me up until I fall into a desk chair before murmuring against my lips, "I want to eat you out again. Can I?"

My face goes pink, but I find myself nodding. He pulls the tie up skirt open in one quick motion, and then he frowns. "What the fuck? Where is your pussy?"

"Arrow," I choke out a laugh. "I'm wearing tights and a leotard. You'll have to take off both."

"So you'll be completely naked?" Arrow asks. I nod, and he smiles before pulling the leotard down my body. "Even better."

Now that I think about it, not better. I'll be fully naked and someone could walk in anytime. He reads me mind, and I'm amazed. "No one's going to walk in, Raine. It's almost midnight."

Pushing away my unease, I focus back on him. He pulls my tights and leg warmers off my legs before placing them on his shoulders. I clench my thighs around his head when he breaths over me.

"These fucking thighs," he rasps, digging his fingers into my pale flesh and watching them disappear, as if it's a fascinating thing. He leans forward and places kisses along my inner thighs, slowly dragging his tongue in circles.

"Hurry," I whine, tugging his head up.

I feel him smile evilly against my skin. "So greedy, baby." But he listens anyways.