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    Nothing else mattered in this moment. I didn’t care that we were in a club and this wasn’t my thing. I didn’t care about the people dancing around us. I just didn’t care . And man, did it feel good to finally let go.

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    I never thought I’d say this, or even think it, but I did not want to leave the dance floor. This was nothing like the awkward dancing at prom. This was… magical.
    I loved the way we moved together, like we were connected and not two separate people.
    When I opened my eyes, I found that somehow we were now in the middle of the dance floor. The lights reflected off of the glitter lotion that coated my body, making me look like some kind of sparkly princess.
    The song changed into another and then another. I wanted to dance all night but my feet were killing me.
    When the song ended, I took Caeden’s hand and led him to the bar. When I finally turned and saw his face he was grinning from ear to ear. “Wow… I should’ve brought you to a club a long time ago.”
    I smacked his arm and pulled out an empty barstool , so that I could sit down and relieve my aching feet. The guy next to me grabbed a beer and left. Caeden slid into the empty seat. I pulled off the ridiculously high shoes and massaged my feet.
    The bartender came over and Caeden asked for something. The bartender came back with two tall glasses of water and I slurped my down like someone who’d been stuck in a desert. I signaled the bartender for another and he obliged. He grinned at me and slid a napkin my way. I looked down and saw numbers written in a scrawl across it. I was confused for a second and then my mouth fell into an “O” of surprise. Caeden noticed , and I watched his eyes narrow. He snatched the napkin and rolled it into a ball, before tossing it into a trashcan behind the bar.
    I finished my second glass of water and the urge to pee hit me. I stood up to head in the direction of the bathrooms , but Caeden’s hand snaked out and wrapped around my arm.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “To the bathroom,” I pointed.
    “I’ll stand outside the door,” he stood up.
    “That’s just silly,” I shook my head.
    “Hey,” he put his hands up. “This is a club , and you never know what weirdos might be creepin’ around, preying on girls alone in the bathroom.”
    I rolled my eyes, knowing that this was an argument I’d never win.
    “Fine, come if you must. I really have to pee,” I danced from foot to foot. I held Chris’ shoes in my hand. I knew it was gross to have my bare feet on the floor, but they were too sore for me to care. Caeden led the way to the bathroom and pushed the door open for me. I did a little curtsy, said, “Thank you kind sir,” and reluctantly slipped the heels back on before I entered the bathroom.
    There were several girls standing around the mirrors freshening their makeup. One girl was passed out drunk on the couch in the corner. I just shook my head and pushed a stall door open.
    I washed my hands and exited the bathroom and sure enough, Caeden was leaned against the wall.
    “Any creepers stop by?”
    “Just Bryce,” he winked.
    I laughed, “That’s a good one.” I slipped the shoes back off. Not only were my feet killing me but now, I had blisters on the heels of both feet. “What time is it?” I asked Caeden.
    He looked at his watch. “A little after one.”
    “Wow, I guess we danced longer than I thought.”
    His grin was wickedly devious. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” his fingers pulled at the hem of the short skirt.
    I batted his hand away. “I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
    “You enjoyed it too,” his blue eyes danced with laughter.
    “Yeah, would have thought… This must be some alternate universe. Are you real?” I pinched his arm. “Are we leaving soon?” I asked.
    He laughed and dragged me back on the dance floor. “I doubt you’re ever going to allow me to talk you into this again, so let me have my fun.”
    I pretended