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"Audrey," I call back in a hoarse voice
This guy is handsome His jaw is defined and yet he has a hint of a baby face, which is endearing His messy brown hair is tossed about and damp I smile and decide to relax This is what people do in dance clubs All small talk is thrown out theThe conversation is spoken with theto break up the e in front of me
When I turn back around, I see that Jace is frozen, staring directly at ging for his attention and beco needy with their hands Neither of us makes a move toward one another We’re locked in a stare-down
Mason’s hands in to ainst him Jace drives his hps forward at the sarinds up against him, I roll my hps and do the same to Mason I’m instantly turned on when I see Jace’s mouth form the small ‘o’ shape His eyes never leave irl’s stonites in Jace’s eyes and I’, Jace and I are dancing together, only we’re ten feet apart with different partners When he rolls forward, I grind back Every movement Masonthe saed from my face ordance for what feels like an eternity,our movements with one another The way his body floith theart He’s a masterpiece in the st men His tall frame should appear out of place, but it draws in all the eyes around hih battle against his flexing ers ache to pull it off over his head to reveal the lines and curves of his chest and stomach that I’ve stroked once before
He hasn’t put his hands back on the girl in front of hi her body all over his I’ve never been captivated like this before… it’s almost erotic, and yet I’ every ounce ofHowever, I don’t move forward and neither does he
I can’t help but think about the way this whole scene reflects the relationship that Jace and I have always had So close, yet always so far away
"You’re a great dancer, gorgeous," Mason says into my ear I close e behind my eyelids of Jace, who’s not even ten feet away fro his body seductively I’ly blue eyes, and I have no idea how to respond to Mason You’re not so bad yourself, but I’ve actually been dancing this whole ti ten feet away? Might be a , Riley?" Mason’s voice shakesJace must be close, but I can’t open my eyes to look A war voice says, "You found irl" I hear the seous," he whispers, too close to my lips
Because I can’t seem to convince my traitorous body to defy hi down and looking directly at me If I wanted to, I could move a fraction of an inch and haveme?" he inquires softly so Mason can’t overhear I’et lost in Jace while dancing with someone else I don’t want Mason to know about that
And because I’enerally honest to a fault, I respond with a simple and breathless, "Yes" His eyes flare with exciterip on my waist intensifies He enjoys when I obey hiood to know Not that this will ever happen again
"Seriously?" Mason groans, interrupting our stare-down "What’s with you and Jaxon taking the good ones?" he asks Jace Then he looks at , "Thanks for the dance, Audrey," and turns to walk away
"Thanks, Mason, anytiether," I hurriedly say before he can get out of earshot
Mason abruptly halts his"Move it along," he growls and pulls my hps to his
With a scowl, I turn and say, "It’s tio home Walk me to my car?" I wish I didn’t even have to ask him, but I promised Lane
He takesit away is not a battle I feel like having with hihtly and his eyes haven’t left my face I feel as if he thinks I’ll run ahich is exactly what I feel like doing right now
"Are you mad at me?" he questions
"No"
"I can always tell when you lie, Audrey, so don’t"
"How about you don’t do that again? You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel aboutwith so toward Lane’s SUV and click ‘unlock’ on the key fob when I reach it
He turns ainst the door "And tell me, how do I feel about you?"
"I think you’re attracted to me sexually," I adot that urge out of your syste that happened in high school, I don’t care what you think"
His stare becomes hard and cold when he hears my words "What the hell?" he practically yells
I quickly shrink away fro my eyes, but I can’t move too far because he has me blocked in My conditioned response is the only one I’ve ever known In my experience, the actions that come after words like that are not pleasant In fact, they are the furthest thing from pleasant…they are painful As in black eyes, broken ribs, and bruised arms painful
A minute passes and no blows are thrown With my head down, I look back in front of me and see Jace’s shoes Jace It’s Jace What the hell a? Jace is not my father and he would never hurt me, not physically anyway I silently berate irl anye at the fear in his eyes