Chapter 21: The Dance
Karla Kuznetsov’s POV I was gripping his hand as I was putting the other one on his shoulder. Scott was looking into my eyes as he was stepping closer before his dancing feet took over. I smirked at him as I was arching my eyebrow at him. “I thought you would never be a dancer, Mr. McBaran,” I said before Scott was smirking at me and the music was taking over us right now. “I have some skills up my sleeves,” he replied as I was chuckling. “I wanted to know what it is. For one thing, I know you’re a beast when between the sheets,” I whispered to him before I was sliding my calf over his and we were dancing on the dance floor. I was looking at him before he was gripping my waist and we were twirling around. I don’t care what others might say or think about our sensual dancing. This is
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