His blatant perusal makes my skin crawl and I instantly regret my outfit decision. I shift my weight left and right in my uncomfortable heels. Preston’s hold tightens as he clears his throat and Jack’s eyes swing straight to his.
Jack holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry man. I have to ask though, where have you been hiding this one?”
“In the stacks.” Preston deadpans. Jack’s confused expression sends me into a fit of giggles, the alcohol catching up with me.
“Dance with me,” he whispers in my ear, twirling me to face him.
“I don’t dance,” I protest.
“You do tonight.” He winks. His cocky grin could melt the panties off a nun and I’m far from immune, which is how he gets me to the middle of the dance floor grinding to the music until the shouts of a countdown begin.
“Three…Two…One. Happy New Year,” the crowd erupts before I’m dipped backward and his lips finding mine.
“To a new year of us,” he promises.
The End.