Page 141 of Drop Three

No sign.

I check the hallway leading to the restrooms. Nothing. There are five people maximum on the dance floor, and none of them take up the whole damn floor like Bodhi would.

Suddenly he emerges, and what a sight he is.

A wide and possibly the cheesiest grin I’ve ever grinned spreads across my cheeks, and I know I’ll feel the pain from it tomorrow.

I’ll gladly accept it if it gives me this.

This version of Bodhi in front of me.

It’s so unlike him, and that makes it even better because I know he did it forme.

The reformed hermit is now an eccentric spirit, and he matches my vibe perfectly.

“What in the actual fuck?” I hear Cal call out behind me, but I don’t turn around. My feet move in the direction of the man across the room, fumbling through his attempt at salsa dancing.

I’d bet he’s never danced a day in his life, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

Similar to the newly transformed suit Bodhi is wearing.

His outfit now has heads turning, similar to how people are looking at me, and the smirk on his face tells me he doesn’t give a single shit.

He wants it that way.

His eyes are on me as “Como La Flor” by Selena plays at an ungodly decibel from the DJ booth, bringing everyone in the room to a halt.

Coming closer and closer to me is the man my heart sings for.

His suit jacket is long forgotten. His white button-down shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the tan abs I dream about licking. His pants are rolled at the bottom, creating high waters. His once neatly done tie wraps around his forehead like a bandanna, and his hair is in a sexy disarray.

Here’s the best part: Yellow, black, and white icing is smeared all over his body—across every square inch of him. He looks like an edible painting of chaos and the product of destruction.

He’s a mess, but he’s my mess.

I all but run to him as his dancing pauses to greet me with his newly improved self.

He did this for me.

“Let’s go, terremoto. Want to cause a scene together?”

“You bet, catcher.”

I’m a spill of uncontrollable giggles as Bodhi grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor.

“An outfit change and salsa dancing? I’m a lucky girl,” I tell him, smiling big.

His energetic footwork impresses me as he spins my body fluidly. “It’s just you and me now, baby girl.”

The magnitude of his small acts makes that one big mistake seem so small in comparison.

I know I’ve caused quite the spectacle tonight. Would I typically wear this? No, but it felt good to do something unexpected and not worry about what anyone would think.

Ultimately, I did it to piss Bodhi off, but now that I think about it, it was for me too.

It feels good to not look so perfect—what everyone expects from you.

Bodhi and I are the only ones dancing and it’s now my favorite place. Unapologetically ourselves with each other and the rest fading in the background.

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