Dove
The music did not stop.
If anything, it got louder.
I was still breathing hard. My chest rose and fell under the leather tank. My hips still chimed every time I moved. Benecio and I had just gotten off the LED floor and my legs felt like jelly.
We had practiced for this for three weeks. We practiced on FaceTime every night at 2am. We practiced again this morning when he landed. We ran the solo at 2:42 until our knees were bruised and our hair was stuck to our faces.
It was the most amazing thing I had ever done. Benecio wrapped his arms around me from behind. His chest was solid against my back. His breath was hot on my neck.
"You were amazing," he said over the music. His voice was rough. "Anjo, you were perfect."
I turned in his arms. I was grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. I was about to lean in and kiss him. I was about to taste him with sweat and vodka cranberry still on his mouth.
Then two hands came between us.
Molly shoved our faces apart.
