is." And a billion other things.
"Have another drink," Kane says, thrusting another Long Island in my hands. "Loosen up."
I roll my eyes but I drink it anyway. I need all the courage I can get. When I was with Kane at the marina, he was quiet, almost subdued. Tonight, he is the guy that Brooklyn can't keep her hands off of. He's sexy and commanding attention just standing there. He's the kind of guy I avoid and she is drawn to.
Miles watches me as they start into another song. This one is more upbeat and everyone in the bar starts to dance around us. There's a techno beat to this song that I never heard with any of their songs before. I even see the top of Leslie's head bouncing around up front.
"We might as well dance," Kane says, grabbing my hand and taking my drink out of the other. The move is so effortless and smooth it takes me a few seconds to realize what is happening. We are now in the center of the crowd that is quickly growing.
"I don't dance," I say, desperate to go back and hide by the bar. "Brooklyn is the dancer. Not me."
"Oh come on, London," Kane pleads. "We've been stood-up. Least we can do is have some fun while we are here."
I nervously glance up at the stage, barely able to see Miles through the dancing crowd. Kane takes the distraction to pull me against his chest. I have no choice but to hold his shoulders or fall on my face.
"He can't see you. Plus, he probably can't tell you're not Brooklyn."
Kane already has me swaying, holding me tight so I can't escape. The energy is contagious though because in a few seconds, I give in and start to dance. I don't want to always be the boring one. I work so hard at balancing out the extremes of my sister that I don't know if I actually do the things I want to.
Part of me wants to flee this dance floor because dancing with someone like Kane is so unlike me. Brooklyn should be here, impressing everyone around her with her body and dancing that she's spent so long perfecting. Does that mean that I can't dance at all?
Every beat loosens me up a little more, and I let myself forget about all the reasons I think I can't. I dance with Kane, letting him spin me and laughing at myself when I fall terribly out of rhythm. No one is watching us though. No one cares what we are doing.
The band plays three songs in a row that keep us dancing. The alcohol is getting to my head and I feel light, but Kane keeps me on my feet. His arm is wrapped around my waist, hand on my hip. It feels friendly, intimate but not sexual. It's a strange mixture and part of me wants to have balance, tipping our contact to either friendly or sexual. I never liked the gray between.
The music stops and the band goes for break. I am laughing on the way back to the bar, Kane towing me behind him. I start to order another Long Island when I feel Kane stiffen next to me.
"London?"
I turn to face Miles. Braxton and Leslie stand a few feet behind him, pretending not to be paying attention to us.
"Hey Miles," I say, my loud voice giving away just how tipsy I am. "You guys were great."
I throw my arms around his neck for a tight hug. With a slight buzz, from the alcohol and dancing, I just want the old friendship we used to have. I don't want to avoid him anymore.
"Thanks," he says as he gently releases my hold. "Your sister didn't show."
It's not a question. He doesn't sound surprised because he knows her as well as I do. There's a disappointment on his face that I hate. Brooklyn can piss me off to no end, but not Miles. Especially after she pointed out how much he's done for us.
"Nice of you to keep Kane occupied in her absence."
I can see Kane's hand on the bar tighten to a fist. I rest mine over it, hoping that I can hide not only his reaction but whatever he's feeling as well. I'm on high alert when I feel the tension reach red levels. I start speaking without thinking.
"Sorry. Didn't know I couldn't have fun. I forgot that's her
"Have another drink," Kane says, thrusting another Long Island in my hands. "Loosen up."
I roll my eyes but I drink it anyway. I need all the courage I can get. When I was with Kane at the marina, he was quiet, almost subdued. Tonight, he is the guy that Brooklyn can't keep her hands off of. He's sexy and commanding attention just standing there. He's the kind of guy I avoid and she is drawn to.
Miles watches me as they start into another song. This one is more upbeat and everyone in the bar starts to dance around us. There's a techno beat to this song that I never heard with any of their songs before. I even see the top of Leslie's head bouncing around up front.
"We might as well dance," Kane says, grabbing my hand and taking my drink out of the other. The move is so effortless and smooth it takes me a few seconds to realize what is happening. We are now in the center of the crowd that is quickly growing.
"I don't dance," I say, desperate to go back and hide by the bar. "Brooklyn is the dancer. Not me."
"Oh come on, London," Kane pleads. "We've been stood-up. Least we can do is have some fun while we are here."
I nervously glance up at the stage, barely able to see Miles through the dancing crowd. Kane takes the distraction to pull me against his chest. I have no choice but to hold his shoulders or fall on my face.
"He can't see you. Plus, he probably can't tell you're not Brooklyn."
Kane already has me swaying, holding me tight so I can't escape. The energy is contagious though because in a few seconds, I give in and start to dance. I don't want to always be the boring one. I work so hard at balancing out the extremes of my sister that I don't know if I actually do the things I want to.
Part of me wants to flee this dance floor because dancing with someone like Kane is so unlike me. Brooklyn should be here, impressing everyone around her with her body and dancing that she's spent so long perfecting. Does that mean that I can't dance at all?
Every beat loosens me up a little more, and I let myself forget about all the reasons I think I can't. I dance with Kane, letting him spin me and laughing at myself when I fall terribly out of rhythm. No one is watching us though. No one cares what we are doing.
The band plays three songs in a row that keep us dancing. The alcohol is getting to my head and I feel light, but Kane keeps me on my feet. His arm is wrapped around my waist, hand on my hip. It feels friendly, intimate but not sexual. It's a strange mixture and part of me wants to have balance, tipping our contact to either friendly or sexual. I never liked the gray between.
The music stops and the band goes for break. I am laughing on the way back to the bar, Kane towing me behind him. I start to order another Long Island when I feel Kane stiffen next to me.
"London?"
I turn to face Miles. Braxton and Leslie stand a few feet behind him, pretending not to be paying attention to us.
"Hey Miles," I say, my loud voice giving away just how tipsy I am. "You guys were great."
I throw my arms around his neck for a tight hug. With a slight buzz, from the alcohol and dancing, I just want the old friendship we used to have. I don't want to avoid him anymore.
"Thanks," he says as he gently releases my hold. "Your sister didn't show."
It's not a question. He doesn't sound surprised because he knows her as well as I do. There's a disappointment on his face that I hate. Brooklyn can piss me off to no end, but not Miles. Especially after she pointed out how much he's done for us.
"Nice of you to keep Kane occupied in her absence."
I can see Kane's hand on the bar tighten to a fist. I rest mine over it, hoping that I can hide not only his reaction but whatever he's feeling as well. I'm on high alert when I feel the tension reach red levels. I start speaking without thinking.
"Sorry. Didn't know I couldn't have fun. I forgot that's her
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