Dance Again

The bass hits again the second Bella pulls you back into the crowd.

And somehow the energy feels even crazier now.

Maybe because the tension’s gone.

Neither of you is pretending anymore.

Bella already knows you want her.

And judging by the way she immediately pulls herself back against you underneath the flashing lights?

She definitely wants you too.

The crowd swallows both of you almost instantly as the music gets louder again.

Bodies jumping.

Lights flashing.

People screaming every time the beat drops harder.

Bella grabs both of your wrists and pulls your hands directly back onto her hips again without even looking behind her.

Completely confident.

Completely comfortable with you touching her now.

Then she starts moving again.

And Jesus Christ.

The second song somehow gets worse.

Or better.

Depending on how you look at it.

Bella throws herself fully back into the music like the conversation only made her bolder. Her hips roll harder while her ass presses backward directly against you with every beat underneath the flashing lights.

The tiny black dress barely survives anymore.

The fabric keeps shifting higher every time she starts shaking harder to the bass while the crowd around both of you immediately recognizes what’s happening again.

“Ohhhh they BACK,” somebody yells nearby.

Bella laughs loudly without stopping.

Then somehow starts dancing harder.

Your hands tighten instinctively against her waist while the heat of her body presses directly against yours underneath the music.

And this time?

Bella doesn’t even pretend to fix the dress right away anymore.

The hem rides higher against her thighs.

Then higher again.

Then dangerously high once she starts throwing herself harder into the bass.

She knows it too.

You can tell.

Because every time the crowd reacts louder, Bella just laughs and keeps moving anyway.

Completely feeding off the attention.

Completely feeding off you.

The flashing lights bounce across smooth skin every time the dress shifts upward while Bella keeps grinding back against you hard enough that your brain barely functions anymore.

And honestly?

Neither of you is even really dancing with the crowd anymore.

It feels like the two of you are in your own world now.

The rest of Pulse just happens around you.

Bella glances back over her shoulder again while still moving against you.

“You still alive back there?” she yells teasingly.

“Barely,” you answer immediately.

Bella laughs so hard she almost loses rhythm for a second before pressing backward against you even harder.

“Good.”

Jesus Christ.

Your confidence spikes again instantly.

You move with her naturally now.

Hands firm on her waist.

Bodies locked together underneath flashing lights while the bass pounds through the floor.

At some point Bella grabs one of your hands and slides it slightly lower herself before looking back at you again with the most dangerous smile you’ve seen all night.

And yeah.

At this point she absolutely knows what she’s doing to you.

The crowd around both of you starts reacting louder again.

Girls hyping Bella up.

Guys yelling every time she throws herself harder backward against you.

Phones lifting into the air again recording.

The dress rides up even higher from all the movement.

And this time?

Bella barely cares.

She tugs it down once absentmindedly before immediately going back to dancing harder anyway.

Then eventually she just stops fixing it altogether.

The black fabric stays bunched high against her hips while she keeps moving against you underneath the flashing lights completely unbothered now.

Completely reckless.

Completely lost in the moment.

And fuck.

The confidence somehow makes her even hotter.

Bella turns around suddenly this time until she’s facing you directly instead of backwards.

One hand slides up your chest while she moves closer underneath the bass.

“You know,” she says while leaning toward your ear, “I was gonna stay here way longer tonight.”

You look down at her. “Yeah?”

Bella nods slightly.

Then smirks.

“But now I kinda don’t want to.”

Your pulse spikes instantly.

The crowd around you almost disappears for a second.

“You saying what I think you’re saying?”

Bella laughs softly.

“I think so.”

The flashing lights bounce across her face while she studies your reaction closely.

No nervousness.

No hesitation.

No pretending she’s joking.

She wants you.

Badly.

And honestly?

You want her worse.

Bella steps even closer until her body presses directly against yours again underneath the music.

“So,” she says while biting her lip slightly, “you wanna get outta here?”

And yeah.

There’s absolutely no chance you’re saying no.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

89/100

Intoxication:

56/100

Attraction:

94/100

Emotional Connection:

26/100

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