Chapter 7

"Well, since you're here, why don't you dance with me?"

"I would love to, but..."

"There no room for but." she pulled him to the dance floor. Her wavy hair blew with the wind.

"Kim?" He laughed as she brought him to where they would dance.

"Why? You can't dance, Mr. Mayer?" She dragged.

"What if I said yes?"

"You would be a little boring," she moved closer to him, she bit her lips slightly.

Miran chuckled, "I don't dance" He gripped her waist, moving to the beat slowly.

"I don't think so," She smiled, following his movement.

"You're a tease," He brought his face closer. Kim dodged his kiss.

"Not so fast," He smiled.

"No soy del tipo paciente," He gripped her jaw(I'm not patient). He stared at her. Kim only stared at his lips. She badly wanted to kiss him.

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