Page 54 of Broken Hearts
“Yeah, they tend to move in a pack. Don’t worry.” Adam tosses an arm around my shoulder. “They’ll be back.”
And come back she does, fifteen minutes later, arm in arm with Dakota and Josie, Sienna’s laughing and her cheeks are flushed. I’m still milking my first beer.
Giggling, she shimmies in front of me. Her phone in the front pocket of her shorts falls out onto the ground.
I pick it up and inspect for damage before I hand it back. “You are the biggest lightweight.”
“My pockets are so small. It keeps falling out.”
“I’ve got you.” I tuck it into my pocket.
“Thank you.” She kisses me on the mouth, tasting like beer and wintergreen gum.
I don’t think she’s drunk, but she’s definitely feeling it.
A new song comes on and she tosses her hands over her head. “Oh my gosh, I love this song.”
Maverick bounces in place. “Hell yeah.”
“Come on, let’s dance.” Sienna takes my hand and pulls.
Ginny and Heath are already moving that direction and Adam and Reagan are sort of sway-hugging to the beat.
I stay glued to the spot. “I don’t dance.”
“Lies! You were dancing the other night.”
“Would we call that dancing?” Mav asks with a grin.
We wouldn’t, actually. I was standing there, and girls were dancing around me, not exactly the same thing. I say as much.
She closes the space between us, pressing her body to mine. “All you have to do is stand there and I’ll make you look good.”
16
Sienna
There’s a long list of things I rarely do because of my heart condition. It isn’t that I can’t drink, or do those other things on the list, but with so many things out of my control, I do the things I can to take care of myself.
So Rhett is correct when he calls me a lightweight for the second time as we make our way to the dance floor and I stumble over my own feet. I’ve had three beers and I’m definitely feeling it.
He holds me upright as we join his friends in the middle of Sigma’s basement. Looking uncertain, he keeps his hands at my waist as I dance in front of him. He’s just standing in place, but he makes it look good. Ripped jeans and a plain black T-shirt set off the blond of his hair and those steely blue eyes.
I took a lot of dance lessons growing up, but those mostly only get showcased on the ice. Without my skates, I’ve never felt that same confidence. But the way he stares at me like I’m this amazing, beautiful creature he can’t believe he’s with, gives me the boost I need to cut loose. The alcohol is also probably helping.
Olivia and Josie are still with us, squealing as they get right in the middle of the circle we’ve formed. Rhett’s friends are nice, and they’ve been so welcoming to me and my friends.
Speaking of his friends, Ginny dances behind me, rubbing her butt against me playfully. I turn so my back is to Rhett while I dance with her.
“You’re a good dancer,” she yells over the music.
Rhett’s hands rest low on my hips.
“Thanks! You too.” I smile at her. I like Ginny. She’s sweet. Her blonde hair whips around her shoulders as she moves. Her boyfriend Heath is like Rhett—standing behind her, not really dancing.
Dakota, the only single one, I think, moves between us all as she dances, hands over her head. She has the kind of confidence that makes her fun to watch on the dance floor regardless of if she had any skill or not. She does, though. Her cropped shirt lifts with each movement, grazing the bottom of her bra. Red, the same color as her hair.
Josie joins her and they are the center of attention. Rightfully so, she is a great dancer and she’s stunning with her light blue hair. Their ability to let go and live in the moment pushes me to be bolder.
