The song was over. Misha dimly realized that she should release her hold on Brian but could not quite make her arms cooperate. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought. His exhalation stirred her hair and his kiss smoothed it. She melted further into him. He was just so sweet.
One more kiss?
Even as she raised her head and smiled welcomingly at him, lips parting with anticipation as she drew him closer, something in the corner of her eye flickered and she remembered where they were. With a nearly audible catching of her breath, Misha course corrected so that her lips landed almost harmlessly at the corner of his mouth. The kiss lingered a bit too much but what could a girl do when faced with a guy like Brian?
Drawing back, Misha grinned up at her dear friend. "And you dance, too," she murmured as if continuing a conversation they started before. "Is there anything you don't do well?"
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