040. (Dirty) Dancing

Cheat the Cheater

He clutches at his cold glass as his eyes follow the seductive swing of her hips. Hands in her hair, eyes closed, dripping face, she dances with another man.

His eyebrows pucker. Her hands run down his chest, fingertips trailing. His hands move to her hips, feel their pulsing swing. A scowl darkens his features, but he can’t turn away.

“Kinda pisses you off, doesn’t it?”

Surprise, and he finally notices the girl sitting next to him.

“Is that your girlfriend?” she asks.

“I thought so.”

“Well, she’s dancing with my boyfriend.”

Surprise, again.

She extends a hand. “I’m Katara.”