Page 68 of Lovers' Dance

“You’re being silly.”

Matt started humming under his breath, waiting.

“Matt,” I hissed, hearing Dante’s voice as he discussed the dance with the others. “Fine. I love you, you bossy tyrant. Now let me up—”

Matt slanted his lips over mine, hand sliding up to slip into my curls while the other constricted on my waist. I forgot about the others as I kissed him back ferociously. A sudden hardness was pressing into my ass and I groaned in desire. How did he do this to me? Make me burn with a passion that obliterated logical thought?

A low tittering had me pulling away as I blushed furiously. Everyone was smirking and staring at us.

“Oooh,” Liam teased, “Madi’s snogging her boyfriend.”

I pushed Matt’s shoulders and he finally released me with a smug smile.

“Thanks a lot,” I whispered.

“My pleasure, poppet,” he whispered back.

I narrowed my eyes and his smile widened. I turned away from him and walked over to the others who were entering the fish bowl and poking fun at me. Dante held out a bottle of water, gaze jumping between me and Matt.

“You okay?” he asked.

I cracked the bottle open and took a sip before answering. “Yep. Are we all ready?”

We were the last ones to enter the room and I shut the door. Matt waved and I couldn’t stop the soft smile curling up my lips.I had it bad.

“All right,” Dante said. “Lisa and Gerrard, you two take centre and start from where we left off. Bri, music.”

Matt stretched in the seat, glancing at his watch. It was almost six and he felt exhausted. Thank God it looked like they were finishing up. He stood up as they exited the room with their bags. More than a few glances were sent in his direction as they talked amongst themselves. He ignored them and watched as Madi and Dante came out.

“See you guys tomorrow,” Dante said, and a chorus of goodbyes followed. Matt made his way over to them.

“Ready to go, Madi?” he asked, not liking Dante’s arm around her waist.

“I need to change. Can you wait in the office?”

He nodded and walked off, casting backward glances at her and Dante. They did look good together. Matt pushed that unsettling thought out of his mind and headed for the office.

“Ow! Wait, Dante.”

Her cry of pain had him spinning on his heels and hurrying back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately as he came upon her lying on the floor with her right foot in Dante’s hand. Dante carefully took her ballet shoe off and let out a soft hiss.

“Looks bad, sweet cheeks. Wait here, I’ll get the first aid kit.” Dante gently put her foot down and, with an unfriendly look his way, brushed past Matt who stooped down to look at her foot.

“Jesus, poppet! Your toe’s bleeding.”

“I know,” she muttered, arms covering her face. “Hazards of the job.”

Matt winced at the sight of the blood pooling around the nail of her big toe.

“Does it hurt much?” he asked gently.

She sat up and scowled at him. “What do you think?”

He paid no attention to her temper and started undoing the ribbon on her other foot. Carefully he took off the other ballet shoe and frowned.

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