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floor. She grinds up against him as his hands roam her body. I watch in fascination as they move to the beat. Strangers… touching, grinding, and groping as if they have been intimate for years.
    I watch as his big hands glide across her back. Yes, I noticed the size of his hands. How could I not? He’s a big guy. Well over six feet tall, broad strong shoulders and chocolate brown eyes. Just because I think he’s an arrogant ass munch doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.
    I want to look away, I do, but my eyes are glued to them. Their bodies move in sync, like they’ve moved together a thousand times before. My eyes follow the muscles in his arms as her pulls her tight against his chest. The way his jeans hang, just right on his hips as they grind and roll into hers. For an instant, I envy her. I’m jealous that his hard muscular body is not grinding up on me. When Maxton turns and catches me staring, he smirks, leans down, and kisses her neck. GAH! Cocky bastard.
    My envy turns to pity. I feel bad for her that she has so little self-worth that she feels like she has to offer herself on a silver platter to guys like him. Then again, who am I to judge? To each their own.
    Still, the way he smirked at me, like he could read my mind, pisses me off. I hate guys who think they’re God’s gift to women. What happened to romance, to conversation, getting to know someone? Old fashioned? Maybe. However, with my past, I need that. I’m not looking for love, but I’m not opposed to it either. I just need to be able to fully trust, and that’s hard for me.
    Suddenly, I feel warm breath on my ear. “Dance with me,” a deep voice rumbles. I turn my head to catch a glimpse, and the guys… not bad. He’s about six foot, dirty blond hair, and by the way his shirt is pulled tight against his arms, I can tell he’s built, although a little too preppy for my taste. I start to say no, and then I remember the look on Maxton’s face when he caught me watching. No way am I going to let him think I’m pining away for his affections. This is what I came for. To break out of the sorrow that this day holds. To continue living one day at a time. Besides, I love dancing.
    “Lead the way,” I reply with a wink.
    Mr. Preppy grabs my hand and leads me out to the dance floor. I get a whiff of his cologne as he pulls me against his chest. He smells good. Leaning down, he whispers in my ear. “By the way, I’m Lance,” he says in his deep voice.
    Not giving him the chance to stand to his full height, I turn my head and reply, “Kensington. Nice to meet you, Lance.”
    A broad smile crosses his face just as the first beats of Ginuwine’s “Pony” begins to play. His hands are on my hips as we begin to move. It only takes a few beats for us to find our rhythm. Finding the give and take of our hips. He thrusts forward; I thrust back. Lance has got some moves and I’m enjoying them. I turn, placing my back to his front, as he snakes his arms around my waist. I raise my arms in the air and wave my hands from side to side. Lance thrusts forward. Taking the hint, I grind back against him as we fall right back into rhythm in this new position.
    Lost in the moment, Lance places his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel his hot breath against my already heated skin. I lean my head back against his chest, allowing him better access. I don’t know why I do it, but I open my eyes. Standing in front of me is Maxton and the girl from the bar. Her back is facing me, which means I have a direct line of site to Maxton. Our eyes lock, neither one of us willing to look away. The image of his smirk comes to my mind and I want him to know he doesn’t affect me. I want him to know what his cocky ass is missing out on. I bring my arms down behind my head and wrap them around Lance’s neck. I exaggerate the sway of my hips as I rock against him. My eyes never leave Maxton. His jaw clenches and it takes everything I have to not let the smile break