He was wearing dark grey jeans paired with a loose-fitting shirt and a jacket. And I'll have to admit, he was looking like a snack. Memories of the other night flashed before my eyes and I remembered those muscular arms wrapped around me and holding me. I blushed despite everything. Dammit, Summer, you need to keep your head in the game! I scolded myself.
The club was packed as it was Saturday night. I pulled him to the dance floor as soon as we stepped inside. I moved with the music, twisting and turning. To my surprise, Tony grabbed my waist and kept up with my rhythm. His feet were graceful as he swayed with me. So now he is a great dancer too? Great.
"You are a great dancer," he said in my ears as the music was too loud to hear each other talking.
"So are you!" I replied.
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