37. Whole
Liv “Sugar, I can’t spend the whole night only looking at you,” Laius said, holding out his hand for me. I took it. “Just for you to know, I’m not the best dancer. I’m actually not good, I hope your feet are ready,” I muttered. He chuckled, “I can carry you, swirl you in my arms.” “Nah…I think your feet will need to suffer from my newbie moves.” I flashed him a coy smile. “My feet are at your service, Sweets.” He winked. I didn’t even want to know what he meant. We walked to the dance floor and he took me in his arms, making us both float in a thin cloud of smoke. I gasped and pressed my body further to his, holding firmly to his shoulder and hand. He had that deviliciously dimpled smirk. Well, floating around seems cooler than dancing and I loved to be that close,
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