Page 85 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

I shook my head, arms crossed. “You’re crazy.”

“It’s worth a shot, right?” he said and stood up. “So, which am I? The light or the dark?”

Kyle followed his lead and got to his feet while I gulped. So…we were really doing this. Wonderful.

“You’re dark, and Kyle’s light,” I said and despite my nervousness, I laughed. “Seemed to fit your personalities pretty well.”

“Okay, Colt, broody, no fun, dark,” Kyle said while his brother rolled his eyes. “Me, awesome, the best, and light. Got it. What next?”

“Well, next you have to get the look down.”

“Huh?”

Both guys tilted their head exactly the same way at the same time, and it was so stinking cute, I barely held in a sigh. Getting it back together, I tried to put my thoughts into words.

“The dynamics between us is all about UST,” I said, then seeing their blank expressions, I tried again. “You know, unresolved sexual tension? Anyway, the way you look at me needs to convey wanting and aggression. It is a tango after all. And maybe even a hint of frustration.”

I finished with a quick intake of breath as Colton took a step closer, his eyes giving me everything I’d just asked for and more. I felt his stare down to my toes.

“That won’t be a problem,” he said.

“Wanting, aggression, frustration,” Kyle repeated. “Got it. What else?”

Rolling my shoulders back, I said, “Then we need to work on the actual choreography and telling the story, of course. A lot of it has to do with proximity. We need to get comfortable being close to each other.”

Without me giving them direction, Colton erased the distance between us, stopping inches away from my face, and Kyle moved around to my back.

“This close enough?” Colton murmured, still giving me that look.

“Mmhmm,” I breathed. “Now, Kyle put your right hand on my waist.”

“Like this?” Kyle asked.

“Yes, and Colton, put your left hand on the other side.” I’d had no reaction to Kyle’s touch, but I nearly jolted out of my skin as Colton’s palm brushed against the curve of my waist. “And I’ll take your other hand with my left, put my right hand on your shoulder. Kyle, you put your left hand on my shoulder. And this is—” I cleared my suddenly dry throat “—our starting position. How do you guys feel?”

“Awesome,” Kyle said.

Colton’s fingers pressed into my side. “It’s not awful,” he said. “What happens now?”

And so it went.

Our first practice went well despite the rough start. Better than well. It was great actually. Besides Colton’s gruff complaints now and again, Kyle’s struggle to keep a straight face when he had to give me “the look,” and me almost having an asthma attack every time Colton touched me, everything went much better than expected. We spent about three hours learning the first minute of the piece, but the guys were getting it. With their natural rhythm, they caught on quicker than I could’ve hoped. We’d need a few more practices, but I left feeling good.

Before I went to bed, I checkedDancer’s Edgeto see if they’d added any new videos (they hadn’t) then went to check my YouTube Channel. I wasn’t expecting anything—it was done completely out of habit—but I noticed something right away.

I had a new follower.

After months and months of being stuck at four, my follower count now read five.

Eyes widening, I checked my notifications and was surprised to see that “Colton247” was now following my videos. It shouldn’t have made me smile the way that it did. It definitely shouldn’t have had any effect on my chest which felt all fluttery and warm. The conversation I’d had with Kyle before Colton joined us in the studio replayed in my mind, and recalling my words from earlier, I shook my head.

It would be really stupid of me to fall for Colton Bishop.

Yeah, I thought, I would be pretty stupid to fall for Colton Bishop. Unfortunately, my head and heart were not on the same page where he was concerned.

And my heart was a fool.

“How’s the life makeover going, Sadie?”

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