Hate him

"I don't dance, Mrs. Costello!"

"Natalya!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved side to side to an upbeat song.

His hand went to my waist because I leaned back, and moved my head around. I had no idea what I was doing, I was drunk and too pissed off to care.

"He is going to kill me, Nat...

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