Gina had always loved to dance—she and Kendra used to make up dances together—but this was on another level, and she knew exactly why. Because every time she spun to face Kirk, his eyes shone into hers, offering hot appreciation.
The rest of the room became a blur, and not just because of the twirling. Because everything else just didn’t seem interesting or important. Not compared to the look in Kirk’s eyes and the strength of his grip and the hardness of his body every time she spun into his chest.
She hadn’t heard anything from Kirk since she’d shared her darkest secret. In her low moments, she worried that looked down on her now; maybe he even saw her as a victim. Maybe her confession had ruined whatever sparks of attraction existed between them.
But here they were, dancing, and noth
