Emma
His words send me staggering out of his arms. I feel a wave of panic wash over me.
“Come on, babe,” he reaches for me but I step away, angry at him. “It's just a joke. I mean no harm.”
His eyes soften with a smile when he notice that I look apprehensive.
The blaring music did little to calm my jittery nerves.
Luke close the gap between us and wraps his arms around my waist. “I'm sorry if I made you scared,” he apologize, whispering into my ear.
I place my hands on his chest, and give a nod. I can feel the tension easing off.
We start to dance, matching the tempo of the music. Our bodies sway to the rhythm of the beat.
In a dance step, I turn my back, pressing hard to his body while he holds me so close to himself.
My body glintens with sweat as I sway my hips to the music.
