Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen

Tristan didn’t quite care at the moment, as he stared gapingly at Roth’s the way his waist slowly whine seductively and gracefully to the beat of the not too slow song, his body moved so swiftly it seemed like he was floating. Tristan had never seen Roth dance like that, they had only been to ballroom dances together, but this was a whole other Roth.

Tristan didn’t know when and how Roth learned to dance like that. He just knew that Roth on that colorful dance floor had become his new favorite thing to watch. It was like he was falling in love with Roth all over again.

At that moment, Roth looked over at his side. Tristan, who had already been gaping at him, got somewhat sheepish at being caught, but Roth flashed a toothy grin, as if enjoying Tristan’s eyes on himself. Was it Tristan’s imagination or Roth’s body movements got more seductive after he became aware of Tristan’s lingering gaze on himself.

Despite knowing that Roth was purposefully putting on a show for him, Tristan foun