BAD BOY, CARYS
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I felt someone melting holes into my head. I grew hot. It wasn't a bad feeling. It felt good. To be watched. I had a feeling I knew who it was, so I searched. My eyes meet his. He raises his glass. I smirk. This was about to get so much more exciting.
"You look radiant in white."
Heat creeps from my throat to my cheeks. I dip my head before smiling and looking back at him.
"Thank you," I reply and regain my confidence. "You look sexy in black."
He grins. I swoon internally.
"Would you like something to drink?"
I look at him skeptically. "You're letting me have liquor?"
He scoffs. "No. I'll lose my liquor license. You'll have a Shirley Temple."
I roll my eyes. Of course, I am. I see him smile and shake his head.
"Actually... I'd prefer a Mango Tango," I say. "Virgin, of course."
He orders me the drink and bourbon for himself. He hesitantly hands me the Mango Tango. I take a sip. God. He looks great. This drink is great too.
"Would you like to dance?" He extends his hand toward me.
"I would love to."
I take his hand and he leads me onto the dance floor. His hands land on his hips. I step closer to him, sliding my arms up and around his neck. His eyes flash with amusement. I lean my head against his shoulder blade, closing my eyes. I take in the music as we move. The song changes into something more romantic, in a remix. For whatever reason, my eye catches on someone. I take a better look when we move around again.
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