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take a few sips of my drink before I decide to check my texts. While I do, someone scoots into the booth. I look up.

    I t’s , The Spence. Yes, the rugby teammate of Jakes, who had his hands all over me at the sorority party. I allowed him to go further than I should have because I wanted to hurt Jake after I saw him leave with his on-again, off-again girlfriend.

    T he Spence , tall and rugged, took advantage of the situation. He lifted me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and held me up against the wall. He shoved his hands down the back of my panties during a dance where the lights were turned off.

    I have to admit , it was a real turn-on. But I had to put a stop to it when he wanted to go further. He didn’t take no for an answer, so I had to grab his member and twist until he understood that no meant no.

    S o here he stands in front of me, at this club. I don’t know whether to toss this drink in his face, or walk away.

    “ H i Sidney , I hope you don’t mind.”

    “ Y ou always do what you want,” I snap back.

    T he Spence holds his head down for a moment before he looks up. “Listen, I was a real prick. I’m sorry.”

    I don’t know this guy very well, so I have no clue whether to take his apology at face value or not.

    “ H ow have you been ?” he shouts.

    I can’t hear him , so I give the okay for him to scoot closer to me. But I make it clear that it still means, ‘hands off.’

    “ H ow have you been ?” he repeats.

    “ W hy do you care ?” I throw back.

    “ I ’m just trying to make conversation,” The Spence says in a defensive manner.

    I ease up on the guy a bit.

    I n an attempt to have a civil conversation with, The Spence, I offer, “I hear you guys are on a streak. Congrats.”

    “ Y eah , we are. Seven in a row. Why did you stop attending the games?” The Spence asks.

    I wonder what Jake told him; why I haven’t been there to support the team. I can’t tell him the truth, and I won’t lie.

    “ D id you ask Jake ?” I deflected.

    “ S ure . He said you were busy. That’s code for, ‘shit went down,’” The Spence bellows.

    I laugh myself . He’s absolutely right.

    “ T here you have it ,” I concur. “What are you doing here?” I question, The Spence.

    “ I n town for a wedding … not mine!” The Spence quickly adds.

    T he Spence stares at the dance floor, yet doesn’t say another word.

    I ’m sure he wants to dance. However, the last time we danced, it ended badly.

    “ W ill you give me a second chance?” The Spence says as he stands and holds out his hand.

    “ I promise , I’ll be a boy scout. Scout’s honor.”

    I look at that silly boyish half-smile across his face and agree to dance with him. I take his hand as he leads me to the dance floor.

    W e carve out a spot and let loose. Jess watches from a distance as she raises her glass in approval.

    I never realized how crazy funny, The Spence’s moves were until tonight. I think I spotted the old school “Troop” dance, “The Dougie,” followed by “The Robot” and “Running Man.”

    I mean these dance moves are way past their expiration, yet he’s having so much fun, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He sways to the right, then to the left. He passes his hand over his head and mugs for a nonexistent camera.

    I laugh until I cry , I am having so much fun. I thought I was the only loser who learned dance moves decades after everyone quit doing them. But apparently, there are two of us.

    W e end our dance session doing, “The Bump.” And this time I am getting into it. We jump up in the air, land and bump side hips. I even throw in a few advanced moves where I lift my bent leg while we bump.

    I nsane fun . I am exhausted. The Spence isn’t a complete tool after all.

    T he DJ slows it down . The Spence takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor. As we pass Andrew and Marco, I whisper in Andrews’s ear that I’ll be outside.

    N o matter how drunk , how mad