“Dance with me,” he said. God, he was so hot. He’d combed his dark hair back, he wore his leather jacket like he was doing it a favor, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
“I don’t dance,” I said in a hoarse voice. My legs felt like jelly—even if I could dance, with Bas around, I turned into mush.
“You’ve just never had the right partner,” he said and took my hand, spinning me around onto the dance floor.
His body moved to the music, and he pressed the length of him against me so that I could feel the beat too. He led me, and I wasn’t awkward and pathetic anymore. Somehow, I looked good. At least, it felt like I did. But no one could be on Bas’s arm and not feel good. He had that way about him—he was an Adonis, sculpted by the angels and sent to Earth for losers like me to fawn over.
And, apparently, to dance with.
Bas pulled me even closer, and his lips were so close to mine, a sigh could push us together.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“You don’t mean that.”
His confused frown was just as attractive as his lopsided flirtatious smile.
“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
“Because you’re Sebastian Conrad. You’re Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, and—”
“I’m not that tall.”
“—I’m just me.”
He shook his head and kissed me. When his lips touched mine, electricity danced on my skin, sending messages to all kinds of places it shouldn’t have.
“Don’t do that,” he said when he broke the kiss.
“What?” I asked in a breathy voice.
“Don’t put yourself down.”
I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. He was like a drug. I’d had one taste, and now I wanted more.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
I shook my head. “I can’t ... I don’t usually do this. I’m still ...” The word “virgin” caught in my throat.
“Okay,” he said. “There’s no rush. I just want to be with you.”
“Really?” I asked.
He nodded.
I had so many questions. Why now? We’d gone to the same school for five years, and he’d ignored me like I didn’t exist. And why me? He had so many other girls to pick from—cooler girls, hotter girls. Girls who were way more comfortable in public than I was.
“Stop thinking,” he said.
“That’s not possible,” I said and blushed immediately at the admission.
Bas grinned at me, and it nearly made me melt into a puddle.
“I’ll just have to distract you then,” he said, and kissed me again.
I groaned and curled under the sheets. Damn it, I hated that man. I hated how he’d hypnotized me, how he’d been the most handsome thing I’d ever seen.
After that, I’d gone home with him. Even when I’d said that I couldn’t do it.