She Looked Goddamn Fuckable

Just as she stood from the chair and began heading to the dance floor with Dali, a sudden palpable shift in the atmosphere sent chills racing down her spine. Her feet froze and her eyes widened at the feel of familiar eyes on her.

“What is wrong? Move, girl?” She still stood rooted on the floor even as Dali spoke, stopping beside her and looking at her in confusion. The feel of the familiar eyes on her became stronger and she turned to look around the club, searching for the eyes. But when she didn’t find the owner, she shrugged and returned her attention to Dali.

Why had she felt like she was being watched about to do something wrong?

“Do I really have to do this?”

“You have to. Your life is boring as fuck. We have to spice it up.”

Dali grabbed Anna’s palm and led her to the dance floor where several people danced, swaying their bodies to the beat of the music. Giggling in excitement, Dali began her dance.

“Are you going to stand and watch me?” Dali asked when she saw Anna stiff, l