BENNETT & TAYLOR | THE DANCE FLOOR
As his lips moved towards hers, her heart skipped a beat and the heat flashed over her even more intensely. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips danced over hers, feeling his breath on her own parted lips as he answered her and she literally felt like she melted into him as his lips claimed hers. Her hand on his chest tightened on the front of his tank top, and she was clinging to him as his lips moved along hers. Her own sound slipped from her lips as her other hand pulled on the back of his neck, pulling him as close as she could.
Their lips moved against each other with a passion and hunger that should have surprised her. But it didn't. She clutched at him, as his hands tightened on her and as his tongue slid into her mouth, hers met his, although it clear he dominated the kiss. The heat that was pooling low in her body felt like a wild fire and she couldn't stop the hunger that she felt as they kissed, no longer even dancing, just clinging to each other in the middle of the dance floor. She came up for air, just for a moment, before she pulled him back to her, lips crashing into his.
The sound of a throat clearing reached them and Bennett paused as she turned to look at the underclassman she had handed her empty glass to, standing there, holding a full glass of wine. She blinked hazel eyes at him, clearly surprised he had returned. She hadn't intended him to fetch her another drink, she had merely been disposing of the glass so her hands were free. Again she blinked at him, then took the glass of red wine.
"Thank you," she said slowly, still firmly in Taylor's arms, lips still tingling from his kisses. She glanced up at Taylor and was trying not to laugh at the poor kid. Instead, she cleared her own throat and took a sip of the wine, then she took the new beer in his hand and handed it to Taylor, before grabbing his shirt and turned, pulling him with her, off the dance floor, towards the darkness of the shore. As soon as they were out of the sight of the underclassman, she burst into laughter and let go of his shirt, to take his hand, kicking her wedges off as they walked in the sand, along the shore. (the opposite way of where Bree had gone)
The interruption had cooled the initial wild fire of heat, but the feelings were still there as they walked along the shore, the glowing water lapping at their feet. Bennett took a sip of the wine and glanced at Taylor. "So I guess that answers your question about where that poor kid went."