The music thumped lightly through the speakers, but you weren’t even counting beats anymore — not with Conrad watching you like that. His eyes traced every stumble you made, and the corner of his mouth tugged up in that infuriating half-smile.

“You’re hopeless,” you muttered, swatting at him when he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” His tone was dangerous in the way that made your stomach flip. “Watch this.”

Before you could question him, Conrad stepped back, dropped low, and planted his palms against the floor behind him, muscles in his arms flexing as he leaned back on them. And then — God help you — he rolled his hips, slow and shameless, right in your direction.

Your jaw practically hit the ground. “Conrad!” The laugh tore out of you, half-scandalized, half-thrilled.

He just grinned, not moving yet, holding himself steady with his arms like it was nothing. His eyes never left yours, daring you to look away.

“You’re insane,” you said, but your voice was weak, shaky with the heat rushing up your neck.

“Insane?” He pushed up a little, chest rising with the effort, that grin curving into something darker. “Or impressive?”

The teasing lilt in his voice melted into something that hummed low and unspoken, the space between you sparking like it wasn’t just a stupid dance rehearsal anymore.