Page 41 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 14
BRITT
Carefully, I try to extract myself from Tommy when he touches my waist and tries to dance behind me. Tries to dance being the operative phrase, since failing is sadly more accurate.
I’m always jarred and ready to run away when guys do that bizarre dance move that is nothing more than them violently bucking behind you. They do it so hard that it almost sends you tumbling to the floor, or at least stumbling around. It’s not fun.
If they’re that bad at dancing, they shouldn’t dance. I don’t ride horses right next to someone because I’m not good at it and someone could get hurt.
Finally managing to get turned around so I can face him, I try to keep my irrational annoyance out of my expressions. It’s not like this song won’t come on again, but I really just wanted to dance to it and enjoy it.
However, it’s unimportant and unprepared-for conflict I have no choice but to avoid.
Just as he starts to move in closer, he frowns and pauses. Two other arms come around me much more invasively than Tommy’s just were, fully wrapping around my middle.
More of those butterflies instead of uncomfortable tingles tells me it’s the guy who confuses my body like no one else. And my mind. He definitely confuses my mind.
My hands seem to have a confused mind of their own when they come up and rest against his, as he starts moving behind me, dancing easily against me, and not bucking like he’s trying to use one section of his body to see if he can knock me over. His body moves with mine instead of against it, and it becomes fun just that quickly.
Which shouldn’t be surprising. Base seems to make everything different. Easy. As though he knows what someone needs in order for him to be so personal and invasive, yet make it charming and wanted. Almost like his presence is necessary after you’ve felt it, which is clearly not at all rational.
He turns me in his arms, and my eyes move up to his for a brief second before they bounce down to his lips that are pulled up at one corner of his mouth.
“I was on my way back, but—”
“But you really like this song?” he guesses, his grin forming.
How did he know that?
My grin grows, and I nod as he pulls me even closer, his hand going into my hair, as his other hand slides down to my hip. We’re still dancing even when the song changes. Then…for a girl who can’t forget, I quickly realize I misplaced the fact Tommy was still standing out here, only now he’s tapping my shoulder.
His eyebrows are drawn down disapprovingly—that expression I’ve seen on a variety of strangers and have figured it out—as his gaze flicks to Base, whose grip is pulling me impossibly closer.
“Sorry! We’ll dance some other time,” I yell to him over the music, not even believing how relieved I am to be away from Tommy. Which is weird. I like Tommy usually. “This is Base. I came with him.”
Tommy’s eyes flick to Base incredulously, and Base seems to be smirking as he barely glances over at him. Wordlessly, Tommy leaves, presumably going back to his table of friends near the bathroom, as Base continues to dance with me.
“Who’s he?” Base asks, not sounding overly interested.
“He’s my squire a lot in the virtual world of Land of the Lost Lore. Recently, he was my physical squire in the park.”
But it’s almost like my words are getting lost in the music, because he just smiles and nods, almost as though he can’t hear me or he’s amused. Or maybe it’s a sinister smile?
Sean is excellent at teaching me what a sinister smile looks like.
After a lot of dancing, my heartbeat is racing faster than usual. And I also keep pressing closer and closer to Base, until our fronts are so solidly touching that it becomes a little…uncomfortable for new reasons.
That arousal is definitely at an all-time high, and I’ve spent five minutes debating straddling his leg, and reminding myself he has already rejected me.
I think we’re friends. Or I think that’s his goal…to make us friends.
And I specifically remember Bella saying friends don’t straddle other friends’ legs at some point, though I never heard the context that comment was used in, since I merely overheard that line.
It seemed a bit odd at the time, since I had no idea why someone would want to straddle a leg. It unfortunately makes sense now.
Deciding to dull some of the ache, I turn, giving him my back, and start dancing on him that way. Unlike Tommy, he’s not bucking away back there. His front grazes my back, and I arch into him, feeling the movements flowing so effortlessly between us.
His hand on my hip tightens, and he groans against my ear as one of his arms comes around my waist.
