Chapter 33 ~ Contest
Kris just watched, rather in shock by how well she could remember how he felt pressed against her and turned back to D. He turned at the same time, his brows crinkling a bit. “What is it?” “You wanna dance?” D looked out at the floor, sat his drink down on the nearby table and took her hand, the silent answer to her question, leading her on the floor. “I’m guessing that was a yes.” “You should know. D just loves to dance.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands settled on her hips. She kept her eyes on his, having to admit that he could really move them hips. And he was actually pretty good at it. “What are you thinking?” She grinned at him. “The fact that you can really move them Latin hips.” He chuckled and actually pulled her closer. “Are you just
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