Stepping safely to one side, I watched as their dance moves quickly escalated from playful to Pornhub, with a full make-out session quickly following.

Good lord…

Feeling like a weirdo dancing on my own, I turned to leave, only to halt in my tracks when I smacked straight into a hard chest of muscle.

"Jesus," I laughed, stumbling backwards.

"Whoa." A strong arm circled my waist, steadying me. "You good, Molls?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're built like a brick house, Daryl King?"

He grinned sheepishly. "Maybe a time or two."

"I bet," I laughed, shivering when the arm he had wrapped around my waist tightened. "Oh my god, you reek of alcohol, D."

He shrugged. "It's the rum."

I arched a brow. "How very Jack Sparrow of you."

He grinned wolfishly.

Taylor Swift's Love Story began to play then and instead of releasing me like I had expected, Daryl pulled me closer. "Wh-what are you doing, D?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Dolly?" Taking both of my hands, he placed them around his neck before reaching for my waist once more, our bodies flush now. "I'm dancing with my date."

Oh god…

"Wait–" I blew out a shaky breath. "I'm not –"

"You are, hands down, the most beautiful girl in this room," he interrupted me by saying. "And if I'm going to survive this night, then I'm gonna need you to dance with me, Dolly."

Exhaling a ragged breath, I gazed up at the boy who'd stolen my heart before I was even old enough to understand what was happening. "This isn't a date, remember?"

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say." He rolled his eyes and pulled me closer, moving our bodies to the music. "This song reminds me of you."

My heart leapt in my chest with nervous excitement. "Really?"

He nodded slowly. "You used to listen to her music all the time when we were kids."

"I remember."

"I wanted to kiss you back then, too," he admitted, voice deep and gravelly, as our bodies swayed in unison. "Back when I didn't understand what I was feeling."

"Really?"

"Really," he confirmed and then broke into a fit of laughter. "Shit, remember when I tried to kiss you on the playground during kindergarten and you cried? It took me weeks to build up the courage to do it and you screamed in my face."

"Because I thought you were trying to give me boy-cooties!" I laughed back.

"I can't believe you cried on me," he chuckled.

"Yeah? Well, I can't believe you tried to kiss me after I saw you eating mud-pies in the dirt with Rourke."

"You were my first taste of heartbreak all the way back when I was five-years-old, Molly Sue Peterson." With a heavy sigh, he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead and said, "I hope you don't plan on making a habit of breaking my heart."

My heart.

The feels.

I couldn't take it.

"Should we be doing this?" I croaked out, feeling the heat of countless curious eyes on my face.