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Silas

“Are you ready for our first practice,” Lee says, sitting on his walker and rubbing his hands together. I forgot that I had to be here today. If I’d remembered this practice, I wouldn’t have asked Lee for LoveJoy’s number. It would have saved me from the constant ribbing he’s been giving me about it ever since.

“I’m not. I still don’t know what sensual ribbon dancing is.”

“Neither do I. I think LoveJoy made it up, but I’m ready for it all.”

“Jesus,” I murmur as LoveJoy makes his way into the room. A dozen or so residents start chattering excitedly when they see him, and my eyebrows meet when I take in what he’s wearing. Is that a ribbon shirt? I don’t fucking know. All I know is that I can see his nipples and bellybutton.

“Good morning, young ladies and gents!” he says, waving his ribboned arms around. “Who’s ready to learn some nasty, filthy moves?”

Everyone hoots in excitement, and I sink further into my chair. I most definitely do not want to see these people doing anything nasty. That will haunt my nightmares for ages to come. I glance to my right and see a young woman about my age. Our eyes meet and she smiles sadly at me.

“This is our life now,” she says softly, and I nod.

“Damnit.”

She chuckles and then turns her head back to face LoveJoy, who is instructing everyone to stand up. I do so reluctantly and watch as Lee grins at me maniacally. He knows exactly what sensual ribbon dancing is and knows exactly what he’s gotten me into. He’s living for this.

LoveJoy hands out several ribbons for us to wave around and then instructs us on some very basic dance moves. My admiration for him grows slightly in these moments. He’s chosen moves these old folks can do easily and doesn’t expect too much. It’s very sweet, actually.

But when his eyes settle on me and he hops in my direction, I slink back. I don’t want any of his sweetness directed at me.

Asking for his number was a huge mistake. Not jerking off for a few days has made me a mad man.

“Hello, Dr. Sinclair. So glad you’re here.” He taps my hips. “You’re more flexible than you’d think,” he says very flirtatiously. “You can bend over and shake that ass.”

My cheeks flame, and Lee cackles next to me.

I’m going to murder him. I’ll so go to jail for this.

“I’m not shaking my ass,” I grind out. “Absolutely not.”

“But you should. Wave your ribbon like this when you do it,” he says and gives me a very long demonstration. Lee is clapping loudly next to me and everyone else joins in when they see him bouncing his ass cheeks. It’s very impressive actually. I don’t know how he does it. They move independently of each other.

When LoveJoy finally stands up, he takes a bow and then announces loudly that it’s my turn to give it a shot.

I refuse.

But when everyone starts chanting my name, I’m forced to do it. My hands are waving the ribbons around as I bend over and shake my ass. Just once. The cheers I hear make me feel like I’ve just won the Super Bowl.

These fuckers.

I hate my life.

Doesn’t help that my face has completely melted off by the end of practice and I can’t make eye contact with anyone. Although the young woman who looked just as perturbed by this as me, pats me on the shoulder and then makes the sign of the cross near my face.

“We will survive this,” she tells me, and I sigh.

I want to go home, crawl into my refrigerator, and never come out.

But I can’t go home yet. I have another class to teach. Another class that Everly will be in. Fuck. Me. I’ll have to stand up there in front of all those students and give my lecture with his hot ass right in my sight.

“So, Saturday?” LoveJoy says suddenly, breaking me out of my very inappropriate thoughts.

“Huh?” I ask, feeling his hand on my arm. He squeezes it gently before I pull away, needing some space. His touch doesn’t feel right.

He’s not him.

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