I’d wanted to kiss her for days, now. But, we’d agreed that everything should be platonic.
For some reason.
I recalled there was a good reason for that—except right now, it seemed incredibly stupid.
“It’s not done yet,” I said, attaching my lips to hers again.
“I think they probably got enough shots of us kissing,” she said, breaking the kiss.
I shook my head, and said, “Nah, they can never have enough pictures of that.”
I tried to kiss her again, but she backed up and giggled. “Trey, stop.” Her hand went to my chest, pushing on me slightly.
The problem was—I didn’t want to stop.
But, I had to.
“Fine, don’t be a team player,” I said playfully and pulled her in as the song changed.
“I think you’re the one who’s not being a team player—” she said while her eyes wandered over the dance floor.
“Oh, yuck,” she said with a look of disgust all over her face.
I quickly turned my head and peered over to see what she was looking at.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Gross,” Lexi said like she’d just bit into a lemon, “what are they even doing?”
I kept laughing—there was no way I couldn’t. “Uh, I think it’s called dirty dancing.”
She gazed up at me with a deep frown creasing her forehead. “I think I might barf.”
My head fell back, and I howled my laughter out. “Want to get out of here?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”