Chapter 61


    He took one step closer. “Sometimes, I’m convinced you enjoy making me suffer.” His usually deep voice sounded


    hushed. Giving to his words an afterthought quality.


    “Oh.” I frowned. My mouth opened, but I still struggled for a few more moments. “Okay, you have every right to be


    pissed, but in all fairness, we are even because you should have warned me it would get that intense.” Iughed


    awkwardly. “If I had known, I would have added a ninja star or two to my outfit. They would have definitelye in


    handy with Lady in Red.”


    Aaron towered over my short height, quiet and still gazing at me in that way that made me shift on my feet again.


    Silence settled between us once more, bringing to my attention that we were no longer surrounded by the crowd that


    had gathered in front of the stage. Instead, the murmur of voices apanied with a mellow tune came all the way


    from the other side of the rooftop.


    Aaron broke the silence, saying, “Dance with me.”


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    He offered his hand, letting it hang in the small space between our bodies.


    Dance?


    Gaping at his hand, I hesitated. Not really sure whether I had a reason to doubt his offer or if it was just the way I


    automatically reacted to Aaron.


    “Is this part of the deal?” I heard myself ask.


    Aaron frowned.


    “Us dancing, I mean. Just for show, right?” I exined.


    I wasn’t blind—or stupid—and I was pretty sure that dancing wasn’t something we needed to do. But a big part of me


    was effectively confused, and I was growing more so by the moment. So, by saying that out loud, I was simply


    throwing myself a lifeline I could grab on to until I could clear up the mess in my head.


    “Right,” Aaron answered, that frown disappearing and his hand still waiting for my decision. “Just for show.”


    I epted his offer, letting hisrge palm wrap around mine, unsure of how good of an idea it was.


    Aaron pulled me gently behind him, and my legs shook with a weird mix of anticipation and unease. His hand was


    warm and firm against mine, making me feel good and tingly even though I could tell it weighted down that lifeline I


    was trying to hold on to with teeth and nails.


    I was still unsure of how good of an idea this was when he softly dragged me where a small group of people had


    gathered to dance.


    But it was when he stopped walking, turned, and stepped close—so very close—that my mind finally gged this as a


    bad idea. So much that a part of me started debating whether I should run away or pretend I fainted right there and


    then so I didn’t have to face what we were about to do.


    Dancing.


    Together.


    As in Aaron ckford—the man I had been antagonizing for so long—and me.


    Oh sweet baby Jesus.


    Aaron draped his arms around my waist, and I felt a shock of electricity spreading across my body from the points


    where his hands rested on my back. My breath caught, and something heavy and solid dropped to the bottom of my


    stomach.


    Swallowing hard, I tilted my head back. I thought I saw dare and wariness in his gaze. All at once. And that sent an


    unsolicited spur of anticipation through me.


    I ced my hands on Aaron’s chest—noticing how hard and toned it felt under my fingers—but unlike earlier tonight,


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    when I had identally touched him, this time, I let my hands rest there. Only then did he bring me to him. My small


    frame immediately cradled in his muchrger one.


    A heartbeatter, we were moving, almost every part of our bodies from our chests down pressed together. Aaron’s


    motions were sure, directing, while mine were stiff and ipliant.


    Releasing a breath through my nose, I tried to rx my limbs. To focus on the mechanics of dancing. To calm that


    red-hot awareness raging inside of me. But the knowledge of how close our bodies were was blowing up rms


    inside my head and making it impossible for me to think about much else besides that.


    Dancing. We were dancing. Bodies flushed. And that was something we weren’t supposed to be doing. A situation in


    which Aaron and Lina, who barely tolerated each other, shouldn’t be finding themselves in because this wasn’t


    something that people who couldn’t stand each other did.


    Aaron spun me in a circle with a swift motion and pressed me against him one more time, making my heart quicken in


    a way it had no business doing.


    The music was slow, perfect for swaying and forgetting about everything outside the smooth rhythm. Ideal for getting


    lost in the peace that being in someone else’s arms could bring. But the more we swayed, the further I was from


    feeling anything t


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