BENNETT & TAYLOR | THE DANCE FLOOR
Bennett found that she totally lost track of time and the party as she moved in sync with Taylor to the music. And when the song had changed she barely registered it, as swept up in the sensations of dancing with Taylor. The way their bodies fit together, the way their skin kept brushing up against each other. She was smirking at him, as he smirked at her. When he grabbed her ass, she playfully swatted him, instead of finding something to throw him up against and jump him, but the idea was in her head.
In the intense silence, as their eyes seemed to drink each other in, the silence was heavy, the tension only growing, he finally spoke. And at the wink, she laughed, throwing her head back as she did, the sound uninhibited and throaty. As she looked at him, she was smiling.
"You can stay, for now," she teased. The smirk had faded to a genuine smile and she slid closer, so there wasn't any room between them at all now. She cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him. "But only if you kiss me like you mean it."