Page 38 of Scarlett and the Kiss Thief

I’d danced with Jacob a million times. And he was a great dancer. Probably because growing up he had danced every night with his mother in the kitchen. He still did it, actually. It was really cute. And whenever I visited I’d always dance too. They’d blare the music as we all cooked together.

But the dancing there was usually silly things. Like hopping around and him pretending to be a shower and me bathing underneath of it. But now that I thought about it…that was kind of hot too.

I somehow managed to turn around so I could look up at him. And it was like Jacob knew exactly what I was thinking about. Because he put his hands above my head and wiggled his fingers like they were the water.

I laughed and ran my fingers through my hair like I was washing it.

He laughed too. But he stopped when I ran my fingers down my plunging neckline.

What I was doing could barely be described as a funny dance anymore. I wasn’t even pretend scrubbing.

Jacob lowered his hands.

We had both stopped dancing. I stared up at him.

He stepped forward, closing the small distance between us.

And it seemed like I wouldn’t even have to be the one to kiss him. I held my breath. Because I was pretty sure he was about to make the first move.

“Scarlett, a word?” Axel yelled over the music.

I turned to see him glaring at me. “We’re dancing.” I shimmied to get my point across.

His eyes dropped to my chest for just a second. If I’d blinked I would have missed it.

“Now,” he said.

Now? Seriously?I didn’t have to listen to him. “I’m busy.” I dipped it low and slowly rose back up and Sophie spanked my butt. I laughed.

And then I was somehow upside down.

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