“f**k them, B. We came here to have fun. Me and you. Let’s go dance,” she offers when I set the empty drink down.
“Lead the way,” I half joke. I’m f****d up and feel great. He can’t ruin my night. Hell, not even Matt can piss me off right now.
She grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. We make our way through the people, bumping into them until we’re in the center. I throw my hands up above my head and start moving my hips to “Taste of You” by Rezz and Dove Cameron.
The lights flash, making it hard to focus on anything. So, I close my eyes and drop my hands, running them over my hips, moving my head from side to side, letting my hair slap my face. I can feel the bass thumping through my body. The bright lights are warming up my skin.
Someone comes up behind me, and rough deni
