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Graham
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I KNEW I was playing with fire, in more ways than one, but couldn’t help it. I was in a punchy mood and looking to take my frustrations out on Chloe’s ex, who was giving me the stink eye. Sure, I could have ignored him, but I decided pushing him further would be much more fun.
“Dance? You want to dance?” Chloe said shocked.
“Yeah. I like this song.”
She studied my face. “I bet you’ve never even heard it.”
“So? I still like it,” I replied, holding out my hand.
Chloe drank the rest of her Bloody Mary and then set the glass down. We walked out onto the dance floor and I pulled her into my arms. She felt so good, her body pressed against mine; I immediately knew I’d made a mistake.
“You’re a good dancer,” she said after a while. “Do you do this kind of thing a lot?”
“Dance? No.”
“I would have never guessed,” she said, pressing her cheek against my chest. “This feels nice.”
“You smell nice,” I murmured, inhaling her perfume. I’d missed it in the truck, but now that her coat was off, the scent was noticeable.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
Closing my eyes, I continued dancing with Chloe, trying to enjoy the moment and wishing things were different. Wishing I’d been the one who’d given her a ride to the hospital earlier. Just maybe... she wouldn’t have ended up in the supply room with Cleaner.
I sighed.
After everything, it was frustrating to know how much I still wanted her. And from the boner pressed against her, she probably realized it, too.