Fading Boundaries Again

Chapter Twenty Four

"Why?" she asks, her lips pulled up in a pout I find so ridiculously attractive. "You can't keep up with my dance moves?"

Or my body cannot. I keep that embarrassing and intrusive thought deep in my mind as I only laugh at her dance moves. She turns to her side, grinning as she says, "I can show you a few more dance moves!"

"Liv, I— no," I say, but she is already grabbing for my hand, guiding it to her hip. My eyes widen when she grabs my other hand and places it on her shoulder, right before backing herself into me. "Liv?" I ask, but she ignores me, watching me over her shoulder with mischief in her eyes as she starts to move herself around. I place my hand on her hip forcefully, my eyes continuing to widen as I try to still her. I put my head on top of her shoulder, trying to not sound disgusting when I whisper, "Liv, honey, you know I'm a guy?"

"What are you—," she starts to ask, but then her eyes widen in understanding. She cringes, pressing her lips together as she steps a little away from me. "I'm sorry," she tells me quickly, her eyes continuing to raise as I watch all of her emotions begin. She looks shocked as she asks, "What are you? Affected by me?"

"Oh my God, Liv!" I shout, feeling way too exposed right now. I keep my voice low as I say, "And even if I wasn't, need I remind you that you were running yourself against me?"

"Oh, come on!" she shrieks, outraged as a laugh comes out of her. She's giggling now as she says, "Like I even have anything to work with?"

I look at her with a blank look, sighing as I say, "I need a drink." She pouts, frowning as she follows me off the dance floor. In the kitchen, I grab another beer, cracking the can open as I avoid looking at her. The drink helps me to calm my nerves, bringing me back to reality. But Liv is still acting offended by me thinking—well, I don't know. But she has a hand on her hip as she asks, "You seriously think I have an ass?"

My friends walk by at the most perfect timing, all of their steps faltering at the question. They all turn to look at us, shock evident in their eyes. "Oh my god!" Liv shrieks, clearly embarrassed as she places her face in her hands. She meets my eyes, but I'm only as caught off guard as her. She places her forehead on my chest, groaning. "Please don't tell me they heard that."

I press my chin on her head, biting my bottom lip so as not to start laughing. I sigh, softly, "They heard that." I bring my hands to her hip, very dangerously crossing a boundary as I let my hands follow the curve of her ass. I bring it back up to her hip as I whisper in her ear, "And, yes, you've definitely got an ass."

When I pull back, Liv's face is red as she forces her hands off her face. I give her a smile, ingoting the moment as I look at my friends. They were all getting another drink, busting themselves by complaining about not buying enough refreshments. "Hey guys," I announce with a wave, "What are you guys up to?"

They all turn to me in amusement as they say, "Starting another round of beer pong."

"Oh my God," I say, slapping a hand on my face. "That game again?"

"It always makes us laugh," Zeke starts with a smile. "And I always get the craziest secrets out of these guys, so I'm playing to my strengths."

"You guys are crazy for that," I tell them with a laugh, shaking my head at their actions. I take another sip of my beer. "Have fun."

I take the beer off my mouth, letting it sit on my hand when another hand wraps around it. I don't see it until Liv tilts the drink up to her lip, giving my friends a smile. "So," she says, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. "How does this little game work?"

Thomas rubs his hands together, "Oh, you are going to love this!!"

Asher gives him a roll of his eyes for the dramatic start and explains, "So, we play beer pong, and since everyone is already drinking, and our goal really isn't to be wasted for practice the next day, we like to come up with dates instead. It keeps interesting between us."