Lana
The dance floor felt like a stage to me, with people paying to watch me dance, only I knew no one was actually watching me, at least, not yet, they weren’t.
But I didn’t care. I really didn’t, all I cared about was freeing myself, dancing until I couldn’t really think about the man that was on my mind.
Lately, it had been harder for me than usual to not think about him, and worse, it had been more painful each time I thought about Logan, because now I get like I was betraying him, or doing something bad.
Except I was, I mean, thinking about a man’s twin, my heart aching for him, yearning to have him look at me, touch me, things like that, was bad, now, wasn’t it?
The beat from the song seemed to thump beneath my feet, pulsing through my body like a heartbeat. The air was thic
