“It’s okay, pet. Just move and sway. I don’t know how to dance as well,” Clyve assured her.
Kat rolled her eyes humorously. “Just go. Have fun, and I’ll be fine here.”
We were pressed against sweaty people to move past them. I ignored the strobing lights and the thumping of the beat from the speakers.
We stopped near the platform where a woman in skimpy dress dancing in the pool. I started to dance when Clyve placed his hands on my hips. I raised my hands in the air, and Clyve followed my moves. I could feel my heartbeat started to thump erratically. I could smell the perfume Clyve was wearing.
I could feel the breathing on my forehead, but his touch didn’t feel the same the way his brother did to me. I felt comfortable around him in an instant—it was like my heart told me that I could
