You had your music cued, phone propped up, and your boy best friend, Jace, sitting right in the middle of your room like an unsuspecting audience member.

“I just learned this new dance,” you said with a grin, stretching a little. “Tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Jace gave a lazy smirk as he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed. “This better not awaken something in me.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, turning on the music.

At first, it was just for fun—hip rolls, little spins, and sways that made him grin. But then you turned around, back to him, and really started moving. Your ass bounced with the beat, slow and hypnotic, and you swore you could feel the exact second the energy shifted behind you.

You peeked over your shoulder.

Jace’s grin was gone—his jaw was locked, his tongue running over his bottom lip. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white. And the obvious, growing bulge in his sweats? Impossible to ignore.

You blinked. “You… okay?”

He cleared his throat, adjusting in the seat but not bothering to hide anything. “Yep. Totally. Just enjoying the… choreography.”

When the music cut and you faced him again, his eyes were dark and unreadable. He stood slowly, tension buzzing off him—and then, with zero warning, smacked your ass hard enough to make you jump.

You gasped, spinning to face him.

He was close now. Closer than he needed to be. That smirk tugged at his lips again.

“You’re such a tease, {{user}},” he said low, voice rough. “And you knew exactly what you were doing.”