Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“See? Totally fine. Totally normal.” He brushed a kiss on my temple, and I leaned in against him.
“Wanna dance?” I asked with a wink as the other four continued to talk about people they had in common in the DC area.
“With you? Always.” Smiling at me like I hung the lights in the club myself, Malik let me lead him onto the dancefloor. I stuck to a small scrap of floor off by a speaker at first and a very basic bro-at-the-prom sway that Tiffany would have laughed herself sick at.
“Come on.” Malik shook his head at me as he wrapped me up from behind. “Stop trying to lead. And let me show my gorgeous boyfriend off.”
He was a far better dancer than me, but he made me feel sexy, like the sex serpent I could be in the privacy of our bedroom. The way he moved with me made the whole club float away until it was only us with the pulsing rhythm of the song. I didn’t even notice we’d moved away from the speaker until he twirled me.
Like a fairytale, I spun, out and away, and then back to my prince.
And as I moved, more graceful than I’d ever been, prettier, sexier, more Avery, I spun into the future. Like a dream, I heard strains of our song, the newly nominated theme from the movie, and I could hear an emcee announcing the first dance. I twirled and dipped, fabric swishing, kink-friendly bar replaced by a gorgeous hotel, but still us. Still Malik and Avery, dancing together into the future we’d both earned. I was the luckiest dude in the universe, and I couldn’t wait to show Malik, over and over, in all the ways, how truly grateful I was.