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“Jesus Holy Christ, that was hot. I need a shower- or a vibrator.” I cringe and turn to look at Charlie.
“Really, Charlie?”
“Sorry, it just came out of my mouth. I’m going in now so you can continue to make out in the front yard. See you in the morning, RJ.”
I turn back around and stare into Declan’s eyes. The others say goodnight, but I don’t turn around again. I keep my eyes on him.
“I have to agree with Charlie, that was hot. I’ll be taking a cold shower when I get home.”
I feel him through the lace on my shorts.
“Oh my God, Declan, I don’t have on any clothes. This outfit is practically see-through. Put me down, I need to go inside.”
Instead of putting me down, he moves back into the shadows of the porch.
“One more kiss.”
He kisses me again and then lowers me down.
“I know you’re busy this weekend, but Sunday night you’re mine. I’ll text you tomorrow morning; sleep well, beautiful girl.”
He walks me to the door and bends down to my ear, “I love your outfit.” He pushes me through the door and walks away.
The place is dark and I know everyone has gone to bed. I reach my room and hear Kendall snoring loudly. As my head hits the pillow, I smile. I think I just forgave Declan Collins.
Chapter 20
Hoedown Throwdown
Finn wasn’t kidding. Kendall and Harper’s phones have been blowing up all morning with messages from people that heard we’re dancing tonight. It’s been a long time since we were together and we used to have competitions all over town. I decide I need a new outfit so Charlie gets out of bed to go shopping with me. I need something tight and shiny that has enough give room for me to move. True to his word, Declan texted me this morning.
Declan: Good morning gorgeous, hope you had sweet dreams. I slept better because of you. Will touch base later today.
Me: Slept well thank you~ going shopping now w/ C. We have plans tonight so I will talk to you tomorrow.
Declan: I have plans tonight too. Still will touch base later and R- thank you for being you.
I don’t respond. We still have a lot to talk about, but I know in my own way that I’ve forgiven him.
*****
It’s almost time to leave for the club. We started getting ready two hours ago and I’m still not happy with my outfit. I’m wearing a pair of tight black shorts with fishnet stockings underneath and a tight aqua halter that Charlie says brings out the color in my eyes. I’ve thrown on my motorcycle boots with a low heel. My hair is curled and tied in a high ponytail. It’s teased to maximum velocity for sex appeal. A few tendrils cascade around my face. I’ve applied heavy make-up and decided on a red lip gloss. I look like a glorified hooker, but that’s to be expected. Harper and Kendall will have similar outfits so at least I won’t be alone.
I walk into the kitchen and see everyone is ready. Abbi, Ella, and Charlie look hot in their normal club attire. At least if someone mistakes me as a call girl tonight, I’ll be with normal clad girls.
“So tell me again, I think I was too drunk to understand last night. Explain what’s supposed to happen tonight.” Abbi says confused.
Kendall gets really excited and launches into details, “Raven, Harper, and I used to dance together growing up. We took ballet, jazz, lyrical, modern, and acrobatics. When we were sophomores, we learned about Modern Street dancing or New Jacks Swing. We started practicing and worked our way to the show circuit. We performed all over town and even other cities. It’s a fun hip-hop style and the three of us rocked it.
“Adam is our friend that DJ’s around town and he tries to keep us in the loop. It’s been hard with us in Atlanta, but when he found out we were here this weekend, he asked us to come down and dance tonight. There will be other groups too. Sometimes the crowd makes a competition out of it. Pretty much every dancer is excited just to dance with new crews. It’s not a completely choreographed sector. We have our own moves since we’ve danced together for so long.”
Ella starts laughing, “Is this like the “You’ve Been Served” episode of South Park?”
“Yeah, a little, but it’s not a true competition. Think of it as more like New York City street performers. Everyone’s there to have fun. You can judge for yourself in a few hours.”
“So your friend Adam will be picking your music?”
“He just plays for the floor. We can throw in suggestions though. With N
