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nothing." I leaned into his ear, whispering, "You should see what's underneath," I joked. Then I realized when his mouth hung wide open that not only was he surprised, but now he was doing what I just told him. He was imagining what's underneath. I hit him hard in the chest. "Knock it off. I was just kidding." But, I wasn't. One of the things I loved about being a girl was the undergarments. I always matched, and I always made sure they were drop dead sexy when I was doing something special. Not because I wanted anyone to see them, they were more for me. I liked the way they made me feel.
    He took me to this little honky tonk downtown that quite frankly was a little scary from the outside, but changed once we entered. The place was packed with people. The lights were blinding as we stepped in closer to the bar that saddled right next to the dance floor. After his third beer, and a shot of Cuervo, he grabbed my hand. "Let's dance."
    He surprised me as he led me to the dance floor, moving his hips to the beat. I slowly matched his rhythm, and we started to move in sync. After two songs, the room was spinning. We were both sweating from the hot lights beaming down from the ceiling. He grabbed me closer, and I let him pull me in. He studied my face, my lips, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he lifted my hand in the air, twirling me instead. He pulled me back in, but this time my back was to him, his hand around my waist, and I was pressing myself up against him.  
    His warm hands slid down my hips from behind me. His hands guiding me along with the music. I felt so stupid as my stomach flip-flopped at his touch. His chest pressed up against my back, rocking me side to side. God, this boy knew how to move. I let myself get lost in the rhythm of the music, not wanting to fight how good this felt. His right hand disappeared from my hip, and I wanted to grab it to place it back, until I felt his fingers gathering my hair, pushing it over my shoulder.
    The tip of his nose moved softly down my neck, until I felt his lips gliding gently from one shoulder to the other. I thought I was going to combust right there. We were moving together, his hands firmly gripping my hips, until I felt him press closer. His hands pulled away, slowly running them up and down my arms. I was losing all my self-control. I knew it, and worse, he knew it.
    I raised my hands in the air, sliding up and down the front of him. When I turned back around his face was soft, but serious. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing, then grabbed my hand, leading me back to our table. He handed me my beer. "You sure know how to dance. Don't pull that shit on just anyone, P. Guys will take advantage."
    What the?
    That was what I was trying to do. I was trying to send a message. One that he apparently didn't want to pay any attention to. I felt so foolish that I just wanted to leave. I looked down at my watch. After giving it some thought, I yelled over the music, "Can you take me home? I don't feel so well." And, I wasn't lying. I didn't feel well. I felt like shit. I honestly thought he brought me dancing alone because he wanted this just as much as I did. But, I guess you couldn't change what was unchangeable.
    Once back at Pima Hall, Ben pulled up curbside. "Thanks for the dance," I told him ready to jump out, but his face was pained like he wanted to tell me something, so I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe, he was just scared.
    His hands were tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, white knuckles and all. Without looking at me, he answered, "No problem. I'll just see you some other time."
    "Did you want to come up? We could hang out?"
    I could tell even without him looking at me when he shut his eyes, he had started debating back and forth. Then a moment later, he turned to me. "Not tonight, Paige. I gotta get back."
    "Okay," I whispered, disappointed. I leaned over to kiss his cheek, and when I did, he pulled me to him. He buried his head into the