We met up with the rest of the group in the middle of the dance floor. We danced and danced to way too many songs to count. My body was slick with sweat, as was everyone else's. I didn't like the feeling at all! Now you see why the girls and I opt for sport bras instead of tank tops in D.O.T.T. It was so damn hot that I felt like stripping down to my freaking bra and underwear. in the middle of the dance floor. I needed to get out and get some air.
"I'll be back!" I called out, "I need some air."
They all nodded, and Max followed me out. I leaned against the cool brick wall outside the club. The brisk air washed against my heated skin, making me feel a whole lot better. My hair stuck to my back because of all the sweating I was doing, so I twisted it up into a bun.
"Feel better?" Max was leaning against the wall next to me and crossing his arms across his chest.
"Kind of!" I was making a fan for myself. "It's still a little hot."
