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wondered what it would feel like in other places.
    The band started playing another fast tune and Mel smiled up at him, laughing as he spun her around. At the end of the song he dipped her backward and she stretched her head back, her hair falling toward the floor and exposing her neck. It took everything in him not to bury his face in that sweet spot just below her ear.
    The band switched to a slow song, and Bennett looked at Mel, raising his eyebrows. She nodded, and he pulled her in closer. His hand drifted to the middle of her back as she leaned against him.
    She was much smaller than him, maybe a hundred pounds lighter and half a foot shorter. The top of her head came in just under his nose. He’d resisted pressing his face into her throat, but only a stronger man than him could’ve stopped himself from pressing his nose into her hair. It smelled flowery; he was pretty sure it was jasmine.
    When the song ended she pulled back and smiled up at him, her cheeks a little rosy.
    “You want to get another drink?” he asked her.
    She nodded, so he held tight to her hand as he led her to the bar. The group of half-naked girls was on the dance floor, so the bartenders were free from flirting it up with them. Bennett held up two fingers and pointed to the farthest bottle on the stand behind the bar. The guy nodded and pulled out two bottles from a massive bucket filled with ice.
    Bennett pulled out some cash but Mel put her hand over his.
    “I can get it.”
    “I don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head.
    “Who bought my drink earlier?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
    “I don’t know. We just paid for them.”
    “But you bought more than one.”
    “Yes, but that isn’t the point.”
    “And what is the point?”
    “That I asked if you wanted to get a drink and I’m not letting you pay for this.” He pulled his hand out from under hers and handed the bartender the cash.
    “Fine, but I owe you a drink.”
    “Fine.” He grabbed both bottles and handed her one. “The next one’s on you,” he said, clinking the neck against hers.
    They brought the bottles to their mouths and drank.
    “Wow, that tastes good,” she said, putting her bottle on the bar. She reached back and gathered her hair, then twisted it up to let the air get to the back of her neck. “It’s so hot out here.”
    “You can’t handle the heat?”
    “No, I can. But my hair can’t. I’m sure it’s a mess,” she said as she let go of her hair. It fell down, her curls expanding as they stretched down her shoulders.
    “Nah.” He shook his head and reached out. He wound one of her curls around his finger. “It’s still beautiful.”
    Bennett might’ve had a small fascination with Mel’s hair, small meaning that whenever she was around he had the urge to plunge his fingers in it and bring her mouth to his. He wanted to touch way more than that one soft strand but he pulled his hand back, letting the curl bounce up around her temple.
    Her eyes warmed and her mouth curved up into a small smile. “Thank you,” she said softly.
    “You up for a few more dances?”
    “Absolutely,” she said, nodding, then grabbed her beer and took another long drink.
    “We’ll finish these, and then I’m taking you back out there.”
    Bennett wanted her in his arms again, and he was pretty tempted to chug the damn beer to make that happen a little bit sooner than later.
    *  *  *
    Bennett didn’t leave Mel’s side for the next couple of hours, and she had absolutely no complaints about it. Whether they were dancing, walking through the crowd, or just standing around talking, his hand had a habit of finding its way to the small of her back. This was something else she had absolutely no problem with. She liked the steady weight of his palm on her, liked how he stood by her side and guided her around, liked that he touched her.
    “You and Bennett look pretty cozy tonight,” Harper whispered in Mel’s ear as they headed towards the