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A/N: This story is under construction! I'll be adding much needed editing and lots of other goodies! Hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry my 15 year old innocence sort of came out in the writing, lmao! "Seriously, Hilly, you're too weighed down with all this dancing crap," he said. "It's not crap!" I said. "And if you had any respect for me you wouldn't try to make me stop doing what I love!" I turned to leave but he caught my wrist and turned me around. I fell against the wall, gently, and he leaned against me. His minty breath fanning my face as he spoke. "I do respect you," he whispered. "And I don't want you to stop dancing, I want you to have fun." "I do have fun," I mumbled. He touched my chin making me look up at him. Another inch and we would be kissing...again. "You don't know what fun is," he whispered. My eyes glanced down at his lips and I saw them form a smirk. "Not yet, Wildfire." He pulled away and started walking down the hall. My hands were shaking, killer moths were attacking the lining of my stomach. What had he done to me? Dancer, Hillary Gale has a life. This life is dance, teach dance, school, and more dance. She finally gets accepted to her choice college when Clapton Michaels shows up on her porch. He's the known bad boy that Hillary wanted nothing to do with. When she finds out competing in a dance competition, and teaching people to dance with Clapton is a way to get a scholarship, she seizes it. But there's a catch, Clapton will be living with her and her family for the last couple of weeks of school then all summer! Can Hillary handle his constant flirting and always being at close quarters with him? Find out in this story of dance, romance, and fighting for the one thing you've always truly wanted.
Chp. 1 Dancing with Danger
