Forbidden feelings

"You really are a bad influence," Weston noted after he pulled the bottle from his perfectly plump lips. He watched me the entire time with an amused look in his eyes. I couldn't tell, but he almost seemed more relaxed and happy than he had since I'd met him.

"Oh, we're just getting started Goodie-two-shoes," I teased before I sipped from my own beer.

Weston let out a laugh, one I'd never heard before. His smile was the kind that reached his eyes and made him look more attractive to me than I cared to admit.

"Do you dance?" I asked, craving to feel his body against mine.

He laughed again, but this time it was an incredulous laugh as if I just asked him the most ridiculous question in the world. Shaking his head, he said, "No, absolutely not."

"Well, we've already stepped outside your very comfortable comfort zone, so let's keep up the momentum." I didn't let him answer as I grabbed his tie again and started to walk backward, holding my gaze on his. I really wanted to see how far he'd