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and alive.
    The music slowed, and so did I. Large hands wrapped around my sides, and I leaned into the hot chest pressed against me. It wasn’t Beckham’s, but it would do. I continued to sway to the music as I felt his hands move down my sides, making their way to the cutouts of my dress, when they were suddenly gone.
    I opened my eyes, and spun around. Beckham was giving the death stare to some guy who was a good four inches shorter than him. The guy held his hands up and backed away. “Sorry dude. Didn’t know,” he said, and turned to a new girl.
    “What the fuck?” I yelled to Beckham.
    “Dance with me,” he commanded, and even though the refusal was sitting on my tongue, my body betrayed me, and moved toward him.
    His large hand snaked around me, yanking me tight against him. His hips grounded into mine, and I matched his pace. Our bodies synced and found a rhythm allowing us to move as if we were one, knowing exactly what the other was going to do before our minds knew. 
    I ran my hands up his chest as his travelled across the cutouts of my dress, and to the small of my back. I let my head fall backward, allowing him to hold me up as my body got lost in the music. He pushed me up and into him, holding me tight. His lips grazed my neck, and heat shot to my core.
    My hands linked around him, and I pulled him even tighter. A soft moan fell from my lips when I felt his erection press into my center. He wanted me. He could deny it all he wanted. His body told me otherwise.
    I pulled back, and looked at him. I could see the desire raging in his eyes, but I could also see the battle he was fighting. He was trying to resist me, but that wasn’t happening. Not this time. I wasn’t going to let him walk away from me again. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his.
    His grip on my back stiffened.
    “Kiss me back,” I muttered against his mouth. “Don’t make me beg.”
    He tilted his head, his lips about to devour me, when he once again pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said, and his hold on me became nothing but a memory as he jumped away from me.
    Tears built in my eyes. There were only so many times a girl could get rejected before she completely fell apart.
    I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I was afraid if I opened my mouth, all that would come out was a bunch of incoherent words muffled by sobs.
    I stepped back, shaking my head. Beckham reached out to me, and I wrenched my arm away from him. No. He didn’t get to comfort me after he rejected me, again. I went to the bar and ordered another shot.
    “Kennedy, talk to me,” he said, but I was done talking. I had nothing to say.
    I took the shot, and went back to the dance floor, finding the first single guy, and grinding up on him. He accepted my intrusion, and began to grind with me.
    I glanced over my shoulder, and watched the anger creep up Beckham’s neck. Good. I took the guy’s hands and placed them on my hips, as I rocked my ass back and forth into him. His hands stayed taut on my hips, but as the music beat on, and our movements became more languid, he let them travel down my sides.
    “Okay, that’s enough.” Beckham’s voice was like having ice dumped on me.
    “Go away, Beckham.”
    “Yeah, you heard the girl. Go away,” my dance buddy said, and pulled me closer to him.
    Beckham’s hands clenched at his side, and before anyone could say another word, Beckham snatched my wrist, and yanked me toward the door.
    The fresh air hit me, giving my anger a jolt. I ripped my arm from his grasp. “What the fuck is your problem?” I screamed at him, as we walked around the side of the building.
    “What is my problem? You’re the one getting drunk and dancing with random guys who are only trying to fuck you.”
    “Didn’t I tell you that’s what I was looking for?”
    “Knock it off. You’re going home.”
    I pushed my shoulders back and narrowed my eyes. “No, I’m not.”
    “Yes, you are. Let’s go.”
    He went to grab my arm again, and