Everything was setting me off it seemed. It all started as the dance practice for Fran's wedding progressed I was building up to a dangerous level.

I could not stand the friction of my breasts rubbing up against the thin fabric of my shirt, feeling as if I was embarrassingly close to losing my grip and going into a heat mid-practice. That could not happen, however, but as I watched Edward, the way the lighting fell upon every groove of the muscles in his arms, all I could think ...