Page 106 of The Edge of Falling

"Well, are we? You stopped talking to me for five years because you thought I called you a pig," he said.

I sighed. "I was younger then. I was immature. I didn't know why you said it. Now I know."

"I just don't think you should interfere like that, Rosalie."

“I’m not interfering,” I said. "Alice deserves someone amazing. Foster is amazing, but he's just not ready for a real relationship yet. I don't know that my brother is going to be one to settle down. I haven't seen any sign that he would make a good husband or boyfriend."

"What about me?" he said.

"What about you, Oliver?"

"Do you think I would make a good boyfriend or a good husband?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, wondering why he was asking me. "Do you think he would?"

He stared at me for a couple of seconds and shook his head. "I guess I don't know either."

"Come on, guys. What's taking you two so long?" Foster said as he stood next to the elevator. "Let's go. I don't want to be at this club all night. I would like to do some stuff tomorrow morning."

"Oh my gosh, Foster. Can we go and have fun without you complaining?"

"Yeah. It will be fun," Alice said. "We can dance and ..."

"Oliver and I are not really big dancers," Foster said.

"You're not going to come on the dance floor with us?" I looked at my brother. I grabbed Alice's hands and twirled her around. "I guess we got to find us two hot, young men to dance with tonight."

"I will dance on the dance floor," Foster said grumpily.

Oliver stood next to him. "I will dance too. This is Alice's first night in New York. I wouldn't want to disappoint her."

"Uh-huh," she said, laughing. "I'm sure that's why you want to come on the dance floor."

The club was popping. There were strobe lights everywhere, silver mirror balls on the ceiling. It was packed. Usher was blasting through the speakers. Someone thought they saw Chris Brown. I was officially having the best time of my life.

I danced to the beat of the music, grabbing Alice's hand. We swung our heads around, flipped our hair, and shook our booties. I could see Foster and Oliver staring at us, looks of amusement on their faces, but I didn't care. I was having the time of my life.

"I'd like another drink, please." I looked at Oliver. He raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you already had three vodkas?" he said. I stared at him. "You sure you want another one?"

"Please don't pull a Foster on me."

"I'm not trying to," he said with a laugh.

"Dance with me." I grabbed his hand, not caring who saw or what they thought.

Oliver looked at Foster, but Foster was too busy dancing with Alice to pay attention to me. "Fine," he said. I grabbed his arms and put them around my waist, and we started dancing. The music changed to Rihanna, and I screamed out loud as I recognized one of my favorite songs.

"Oh my God. I love this song." I leaned forward slightly and moved my hips back and forth to rub my ass in Oliver's crotch. I could feel him growing hard behind me. I smiled to myself. He pulled me up and turned me toward him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I said, laughing, pressing my body against his, whispering back into his.

"Rosalie, your brother is standing right there. You cannot be grinding on my cock."

"Why not?" I said, laughing. "Don't you like it?"

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