Rita POV
We were slow dancing to the sluggish tune and all I could think about was getting out of here and have some private moment with Michael. With my hands behind his neck and his on my waist, he smiled dumbly at me, almost oblivious of the crazy situation around us. Most of couples around us were already eating each other’s faces or really eating each other’s faces furiously, it made me feel out of place. If only Michael knew of how many fantasy scenes about him I had replayed over and over in my mind. So young and dumb.
“ Hey Michael, I was just thinking about us” I started
“ And?”
“ Maybe we could start being…”
“ Excuse me, can I borrow Michael for a minute?” a voice came up beside us
“ Miss Lance?” Michael was a bit surprised
“ Sure” I said and released my hold from Michael
