Chapter 235

• CLOE POV
• Sun and cocktails and ice cream and a quick change of clothes, and we were out again, grooving to the beat at Club Wave, a dance bar on the beach, with loud tunes and disco lights, and dry ice and drag queens. I was covered in black sequins, a backless dress that barely covered my ass and sparkled under the lights, twirling in heels with a pink glitter nail polish on my toes. And there was Soren, in a tight white tee, his hipster jeans showing off the v of his hips as he danced at my side with glow-bands around his wrists. Soren had moves. He pumped the air and he twirled, whooping as the bass picked up. Soren was hot, and alive, and free.
• He pressed to my side, a hand on my waist, claiming me as his lips tickled my bare shoulder, and I wanted it. I wanted to be his.