Bexley
"Cause he seems like he's good for you...." Liza and I sang to each other.
Moth To A Flame by Swedish House Mafia & The Weekend was coursing through our veins as we danced to it on the dance floor. Micha had his arms around her and Gunner had his at his side. I'd seen him a couple of times try to reach for me, but every time he'd stop himself. So instead, we danced as close as we both allowed, without it meaning anything but friendship.
As much as I was having fun, images of Anderson earlier played on repeat in my mind. The more I tried to erase them, the more those images flashed in my head. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to figure him out. Wait no. Stop thinking that. It's the alcohol talking. Yea its the alcohol. Annoyed with myself, I found the beat to the rhythm
