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At that time, I’m certain I would hate myself for believing in the false sense of freedom. This would probably be the last glass that I’ll grab from the counter. I was lightheaded and the only that guided me in the dancefloor was the loud and upbeat music. “W-What… ziddd… yo s-say, C-Callan?” I managed to say while moving my hips in circles. He was behind me and so softly I could feel his touch on my waist roaming to the small of my back.

"Don't. I'm not crying over that football turd again. He-he needs to just leave me alone." "Come on." Lyle pulled slightly on my arm, but I jerked away. "No, I'm going to look for a dick for my face. You two go home." The room continued spinning, but I didn't care. I saw my dancing partner and made my way to him. "Wanna dance?" I asked. This was the new me. Rebecca Cavanaugh, the winner. "I got a better idea. Let's get out of here." "I wanna dance first," I pouted.

'The life lessons that we hold most dear have come from dance. Dance is storytelling and language; it is a means of expressing emotions both powerful and beautiful. Dance is art, Paint your dream and follow it. Dance with your heart, and your feet will follow.' "Nora." He called out softly and fainted, in their haste to get him inside, no one saw the small smile plastered on his face. His plans are going perfectly well. *** Casala: "A love greater than mine you say?" Lora demanded in shock as she removed her eyes from her phone.

It was like dancing on a knife’s edge every word and glance was carefully chosen. I hated how good he was at this. I hated even more that he made it look easy. After an hour of mingling, a hush fell over the crowd as Caelum offered me his hand. “Dance with me,” he murmured, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “I’d rather stab myself with a butter knife,” I said sweetly. “Not an option, sweetheart.” His smirk was infuriating as he led me onto the dance floor.

My pulse thundered under my skin matching the rhythm of the loud music playing. I hadn’t done this in forever, hell even when I was still single and free, I’d only danced against strangers twice in my life, and even then it felt wrong, but for some reason dancing against this tall handsome British man felt right and freeing, maybe it was the liquor working, but either way I was enjoying myself and there was no single thought of Lucas running through my mind, he could burn in hell for all I cared.