Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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I was bored with dinner. Sure, we had chocolate milkshakes, macaroni and cheese, and bacon-cheeseburgers that smelled like heaven, but I wanted MORE.

Music, loud and free. Stomping boots, noise and lights. And fire in my veins.

The whole Miami crew'd come to this diner on Cora's recommendation, and she was sitting next to me while I stole fries from Rhoda's plate and watched the subject of my desires catch up with her old friends.

Cora seemed really happy after her concert, laughing next to HC and Paddy, reminiscing about the first lounge show she'd gone to in Miami. I stole another fry off Rhoda's plate. She and I nodded on the sidelines, giggled where it was called for, and downed our burgers in relative silence.

Then Cora turned to me in the booth, and her eyes met mine. Something in me rose up. I didn't miss the way she took in my shoulders and bare neck. Thank you, purple dress. I liked the heat in her eyes and the flame in me that mirrored it. But I wanted more.

"Catch me up, Sam, what's going on with Discord? I've been so out of it with rehearsals," Cora wanted to know.

I nodded, swallowing a bite of cheeseburger. "We did some exploration on the airship today, so we're seeing more of the parroted conversations, but we still don't understand what the people behind this have to gain, and I really want to figure that out because I'm writing my story."

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"Writing?" Cora prompted.

"Discordant. A book. Sorry about Moons Dancing, you'll have to wait on it because I'm focused fully on this new book. Writing the whole autobiography of what's happened in recent weeks."

Her eyebrows quirked up, lips pinching back a knowing grin. "Evvvverything? Including sexy convos with hot Nashville lounge singers?"

"Well, I can't rob my readers of the best part of the story, can I?" I smirked back.

Rhoda snickered into her milkshake.

"I guess no one remembers we're sitting right here?" Paddy joked. "Great, let's all watch the two of them combust."

"I'm game," Cora teased, and I couldn't keep it together.

I managed to wheeze through my laughter, "I wanna go out. Surely there's some fun honky-tonks around here. Tell me you're a line dancer, Cora."

She quirked one eyebrow, "Feeling like getting drunk with the tourists, Samantha? How naughty. I know just the place!"

"Off with you two," HC shooed us away, and I looked at Rhoda.

"Go on. I'm gonna call Filly so he doesn't forget who his mom is, then hit the hay," Rhoda waved.

"Good night then, y'all," I pretended to drawl, and Cora looped her arm through mine, leading me to a porter. She tapped in an address and minutes later we were at a loud, boot-stomping bar.

I threw back a single shot of JD, but Cora was already clapping and stomping, making her way to the lines of dancers. I met her, giant smile on my face, wishing I was in jeans and boots instead of a spaghetti-strap dress and sandals, but I let the guitars and drums pull me where thoughts no longer mattered.

Rhythm. Move. Slide. Clap. Step. Turn.

Heat.

Hands on my hips, body against mine. Everything I wanted. Fire. Desire.

Cora was beautiful, and she was a dancer like I knew she would be. She danced like she played piano; as though she was the music itself, and her body with mine felt like it was meant to be there. I wanted to melt into her and let her have anything she wanted.

She seemed to want exactly that.

"Let's get out of here, Cora."

She nodded, taking my hand and led me to a porter, punching in an address.