Teach Me How To Burn
“I swear, Kai...”
“Relax. You’re not shaving your eyebrows or anything.” He bit back a grin. “You’re going to dance.”
I blinked. “Dance?”
“Yep. Right here. To whatever song I pick.”
He grabbed the speaker and scrolled through his playlist. My heart dropped when I heard the opening notes of Beyoncé’s Single Ladies.
"That's worse than shaving my eyebrows. Kai no.”
“Kai, YES.”
I tried to run. He caught me. And the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of his living room, barefoot in an almost-see-through sweater, recreating Beyoncé’s choreography while he clapped and laughed so hard he nearly cried.