The Rogue Alpha’s Claim
“Do you want to?”
"No, I don’t think so.”
“Come on, it will be fun.” Ariel pouted, taking his hands and trying to get him to move. “Don’t be a killjoy now, Toby.”
Toby released himself and let her move him to the rhythm, even though it was awkward as hell. He was taller than her and everything, but Ariel could be a little more determined, and she made it work.
He wasn’t going to lie; the song was fire, and before long he was moving himself without her prompting and was actually enjoying it, and suddenly he was freezing.
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