Song: PillowTalk (Zayn Malik)
“Oh f**k,” Mac hissed, sounding both shocked and amused.
Because right in the middle of the dance floor, on a slightly raised platform, swaying on the pole was my mate. Shock was an understatement as I watched her flawless moves. Her cinnamon hair was a mess as she swung around the steel pole, laughing and moving to Gimme More, swaying her perfect ass and curves. The crowd cheered beneath, and I think I caught a glimpse of Cora, whistling and jumping with a bottle of beer in her hand.
“She’s certainly er…flexible,” Logan murmured. I threw a glare at my brother, and he threw his hands up in defense.
“This is all your mate’s doing,” I hissed before rushing towards the dance floor with my brothers trailing behind. I shoved and pushed through the sweaty bod
