When a Fallout Boy Song came on the stereo—Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, he thought—Heather jumped to her feet with a tipsy cheer and dragged him to the corner of the room that served as a dance floor. The people gathered there weren’t dancing so much as bouncing in place to the beat with arms lifted and waving in sync. The surge of self-consciousness was drowned out by a rush of desire when she moved in so close that their bodies bumped frequently, and when the song ended, she draped her arms around his neck, and he saw the intent in her eyes with barely enough time to avoid the kiss.
It took every ounce of his will power to tilt his head back with her lips so close to his. Everything in him wanted to close the distance and see if she tasted as good as he thought she would.
Disappointment flickered
