Stuck with You - Alexandra Moody Page 0,59

Aiden’s shirt. It seemed safer than looking up into his eyes.

“So, what do you think of iso-prom?” he asked.

The tightness in my chest eased at his words. Dancing together felt far too intimate. Talking made it all feel a little less surreal.

“It’s great. And I still can’t believe you organized this so fast.” I glanced up and found him smiling down at me.

“It would have been quicker if I hadn’t had to decorate.”

I laughed and eyed the sad-looking balloons. “Yes, well, I’m glad you took the time. The balloons are the best part.”

“Are they? I hoped dancing with me would be the highlight.”

I swallowed and tried to ignore the alluring tone in his voice and hint of playfulness in his eyes. Aiden was like a flirt machine whose basic programming always reverted to seduction mode. He couldn’t seem to help it.

I had to wonder if Aiden’s charm was starting to work its magic on me, because the more time I spent with him, the more I had to remind myself how much he annoyed me and how I wasn’t supposed to like him. Right now was one of those times, and I was really struggling to remember why I’d ever disliked him in the first place.

“You must think your dance moves are pretty good if you believe that,” I finally replied.

His lips lifted in a half-smile. “Never had any complaints about my moves before.”

I got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about his dancing.

The door to the room burst open, and I jumped out of Aiden’s arms as I turned toward the sound.

“I’m here, party people!” Elliot announced.

He was dressed in a bright blue suit that was covered in drawings of fluffy, white clouds. I let out a laugh. “What are you wearing?”

He tugged on his lapels. “My prom getup. So, do you like my threads?”

“Well, they’re different.”

“But, amazingly different, right?”

“Ah, sure…”

“That was also his Halloween costume last year,” Aiden replied.

I slowly looked over the suit again. “That’s a costume? What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m heaven,” Elliot said, walking over to me. “And we’re missing an angel, so I came here to collect you…”

I burst out laughing. “That’s a terrible pickup line.”

He didn’t seem to mind as he grinned proudly. “So, angel, we dancing or what?”

The song changed as Elliot spoke, and something more upbeat came on over the speakers. I actually really loved this song, and I started to smile more brightly.

“We’re definitely dancing.”

The three of us began to move around our makeshift dance floor. I wasn’t sure if what we were doing could be called dancing though. For the most part, we were laughing as we jumped up and down and spun around. The boys seemed determined to outdo each other with their novelty dance moves. Elliot would wave his arms and legs around like a sprinkler only to have Aiden turn around and fall into “the worm.”

The only cheesy dance move I knew was “the robot,” but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Especially once I saw Aiden pull off a moonwalk. I had no idea how he managed to make it look so smooth, but I refused to embarrass myself after that.

When Elliot started twerking, I clutched my stomach with laughter. He threw his whole body into it, and it was both horrifying and awesome at the same time. I’d almost forgotten the rest of our class was on the video call. The two Moore brothers were completely distracting and all the entertainment you could ever need at an iso-prom.

Aiden rested an arm across my shoulder as we watched his brother making a fool out of himself. It felt oddly comfortable to have his arm around me, and I was surprised my immediate reaction wasn’t to shrug him off. Aiden’s eyes were bright as he smiled down at me.

“So, are you twerking next?” he asked.

“God, no.”

“How about a running man?”

“In these heels? No way.”

“I’ll just have to show you another one of my moves then.”

I didn’t have a chance to react as Aiden took my hand and spun me. I laughed as I whirled around, but as I came to face him once more, his arm wrapped around my waist. He lowered me toward the floor in one smooth movement.

His face hovered over mine as he smiled. His expression was cute and boyish, and he looked so happy I couldn’t stop a smile of my own from forming in return. Neither of us moved as he held me in his arms. I felt trapped