Ryan’s POV
Hands on my back and eyes on mine, Chaylen was dancing with me along with the romantic music. His black hair was brushed up. He’s wearing a white suit partnered with a Rolex watch and a silver piercing on his ear.
Dancing with Chaylen is really…
“Ryan. Are you planning to send me to the hospital?” asked Chaylen after I stepped on his foot for the seventeenth time.
“I didn’t ask you to dance with me, did I?” I responded.
Chaylen could only chuckle while enduring the pain in his foot.
Things were really awkward between us after the school festival. But I guess dancing like this and stepping on his foot helped a little to loosen the strained atmosphere.
I kept my eyes downward to make sure that Chaylen would not end up in the hospital with incomplete toes. And as I focused on my steps, Chaylen spoke.
“When I tried to flirt with you at first…”
I lifted my head to look at him.
