Chapter 26

The next morning, Brandon walked into the living room to find Beth in a pair of black booty shorts and a white t-shirt crop top, with her hair all askew in a messy bun, dancing to a native Italian music, the mop she was using to clean the floor serving as her dance partner. His brows shot up. His eyes sought out the source of the music and true enough, he spotted her phone sat atop a black boom box on the dining table. As his eyes found their way back to her dancing body, a smile began budding on his face. He slunk back into the hallway and leaned against the wall to watch. Beth, oblivious to his presence, fluidly moved her body in time to the beat of the song, twirling her dance partner along with her. As she swiped the wet floor with the mop hairs at intervals, she moved her waist every which way, entirely drugged by the song. Brandon watched her hips twist and grind in ways that had his mouth drying out, pleasantly surprised at her fluidity. What a sight to wake up to.

She dipped