“There isn’t any music,” I replied meekly, breathing deeply.

Elliot swayed his hips regardless, stepping in close and wrapping his hand down around my waist. “I could have sworn I heard music, bella,” he crooned playfully.

I rocked my body against his to the rhythm in our heads. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d danced with someone. It was nice, except for the guilt of what Yujin would think if they found out. “This is wrong,” I muttered, placing my hand ...