Page 392 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I was eternally grateful for the reprieve alcohol had just provided.

“Shit,” Nick muttered with wide eyes. “More shots?”

“Uh-huh,” Ivy responded with a wink and held up her shot glass. “Cheers, bitches,” she said and downed the amber liquid.

I followed her lead, and Nick did the same. I couldn’t help but grin at his bitter facial expression after he’d successfully downed his third shot of the night.

“Jesus. Was that whiskey?”

“Yep,” I said with a laugh and stood on my heels. “Now, if you chatty bitches don’t mind, I’m going to drag him onto the dance floor.”

Ivy and Harper grinned, but Nick stared up at me in confusion.

“Wait, what?” he questioned. “Dance? I don't dance.”

I grabbed his hand and tugged him out of his seat. “You do tonight.”

With what felt like two cinder block feet, Nick followed my lead as I weaved us through the crowd until we stood in the center of the dance floor.

The bar felt charged, everyone feeding off of the smiles and dancing to the beat of “Hotline Bling.” And I was more than ready. Ready to move. Ready to dance. Ready to watch Nick let loose.

With a little smirk, I put his hands on my hips and started to slowly move my body like an uncoiling rope. Standing frozen in his spot, he looked uncomfortable and awkward but completely fascinated as he watched me dance. The feeling was like a shot of adrenaline to the heart, and all at once, I was moving, one with the music, and once he gave in to the beat, one with Nick.

Laughing and smiling like loons, and with his hands on my hips, we danced to music so loud that we’d probably end up deaf by the end of the night. Everything else was inconsequential. Nothing else mattered but Nick and me and us having fun together.

I felt like I could go all night, my feet moving to the crazy beat like they belonged to the music. I moved in my dress like my hips were made to sway, the gold sequins of the material catching the soft lighting of the kitschy disco ball twirling from the ceiling, launching every shade of the rainbow into the room.

In the darkness of the club, my gaze stayed locked on Nick. His high cheekbones, his mischievous brown eyes, and the way his mouth appeared to be fixed into a smirk. Once he gave in to the music, he danced like no one was watching.

But of course, I was watching. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

God, he looked sexy when he let loose.

His hand drifted to my hips again, settling there and pulling me closer against his warm, chiseled-to-perfection chest. Why must he feel so fucking perfect?

Our gazes locked. The heat, the warmth, the intensity in his eyes urged a sharp inhale to fill my lungs. I splayed my hand over the material of his dress shirt and left it there, and both of our breaths quickened.

He nuzzled my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they felt like whispers. My heart tripped into a quick and reckless rhythm as he angled his head to the side and his lips came closer and closer to mine.

I parted my lips. Our breaths mingled. And my heart fluttered inside of my chest.

And then, his lips brushed mine. Not innocently, like a tease, but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

Senses seduced, I fell headfirst into his delicious kiss.

God, he tasted good. And his lips, his oh so perfect lips, felt better than I’d imagined.

I moaned against his mouth, and I sensed his lips quirk up into a smile.

“Charlotte,” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

I smiled, my heart beating quicker at his voice, as I clasped my hands on either side of his face and gazed into his warm mocha eyes.

God, never before had my name ever sounded so wonderful until it was leaving his lips.

Without caring about who or what was around us, Nick took my mouth in another deep, slow, and delicious kiss before he wrapped his arms around my waist and swayed my hips with his.

And then, we danced.