Aleksandra's POV:
"So Aleksandra" He says, not letting go of my hand "Would you like to dance with me?" He looks me deep into my eyes, making my knees weak. While I nod my head slowly I can feel my cheeks blushing. Thank God it's dark inside the club. He gives me a breathtaking smile, and drag me with him. Now and then he greets some friends and I feel lost. If he didn't hold my hand as tight as he does I'd be long lost now. Suddenly he stops and I almost bump into him. I can feel his hot breath against my face, we stand so close. He smiles at me before he leans in, close to my ear. "I saw you over there before! I know you can dance." He says and spins me around. I can't help but laugh.
I normally don't dance with guys. But I feel such an urge now, that I can hardly breathe. I want to be closer to him. I feel brave, like I can do anything. Probably because of those drinks... The music is slow, with a hard beat. I walk close to him and lean in for a kiss. But I turn around when our lips are just about to crash into each other. I love to tease. We're standing chest to chest. I turn around with my back against his chest, I can feel his heart beating faster as I start to sway my hips side to side. He clearly don't think it's close enough, so he grab my hips and press my body against his. I can barely concentrate. His breath against my neck. His big hands caressing my hips. Oh, what this boy does to me. I've never felt something like this before. And I only want more.
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In this chapter, I wanted to bring out a bit of Aleksandra's darkside.
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