Wednesday passed faster than I had expected, which I was grateful for because I had been super excited for Thursday to arrive. Not only had me and my group fallen back into our normal rehearsing schedule but Drew and I would start, which I was overly excited about. I couldn't wait to get started with her, and I had so many ideas brewing in my head due to all of my choreographer friends' inputs.

Things seemed to be falling in place and barely holding it together all at the same time. On one hand Drew and I were great and ready to take on this recital, and then on the other hand she and I were worried about her upcoming fight next Friday. I knew it wouldn't be against Jada, at least not this go round, which was a relief but it didn't dim the worry I had. I hated when she fought, and I knew that the worst had yet to come.

But for now I was attempting to finish up my group rehearsal for the day so Drew and I could begin.

We finished what little choreography we had practiced and I dismissed, "Everyone did well today. Saturday, same time, don't forget!"

All of them seemed relieved that they no longer had to dance for three hours anymore, which hurt my heart a little bit. I loved dancing, and even if it took up a lot of my time I didn't mind one bit. I didn't know if it was the same for everyone else, and by no means did I have any room to assume they weren't busy with school, I just hoped that everyone was into it like I was.

Maria walked up to me and smirked, "Let me know how it goes?"

I knew she was referring to rehearsal with Drew, which I was greatly anticipating. I nodded eagerly, "Of course."

"See you tomorrow," Maria left, leaving me in the studio alone to wait for my new partner's arrival.

I hadn't planned much choreography for us, simply because I wanted to get a feel for how Drew danced with me first. We had only slow danced together, nothing like what we were about to attempt so seeing how she moved with me would give us an idea of how to choreograph.

Then I heard Drew knocking on the doorframe, suddenly grabbing my attention. My eyes took her in, seeing her muscle shirt and her warmups hanging off of her hips. She was so effortlessly beautiful it literally hurt me to look at her, but I still couldn't tear my eyes away.

She smiled, "We're really about to do this."

I nodded, "Yep, so there's no backing out now."

She walked up to me slowly, as if she was building the tension even more that always seemed to surround us. Her eyes looked more silver today than anything, and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, showing off her angular face.

Her face was inches from mine, looking down as she shook her head, "I'm not backing out."

I blushed, realizing that even after a month and a half of knowing her I still wasn't used to the feelings she brought out of me. I loved them of course, but it was emotionally exhausting whenever my heart stayed in overdrive as long as she was around.

I swallowed, "W-We should stretch."

Oh God, did you just stutter?

She smirked a little harder, catching my nervousness and nodding, "Okay boss."

It's just Drew, Breanna, no need to get weird... Oh but she looks so good in that muscle shirt... Get your shit together...

We fell into stretching and I decided this would be a good time to start discussing my ideas with her. I started, "Since we're the only duet and same-sex we need to like, blow everyone away with our routine."

"You don't think we will?"

I proceeded to stretch my hamstrings as I looked up at her, "I think we will regardless considering it'll be two girls, but I wanna make the coordinators eat their words."

I watched Drew watch me, my skin still burning from her consistent glare. She nodded in agreement, "Then that's what we'll do."

I smiled, "Do you have any ideas for anything?"

She shook her head, "Unfortunately no, but I'm sure you do."

"Of course I do."

"Then lay them on me," she teased and I smiled, switching positions to stretch further.

"Okay, so typically everyone does like, sappy love dances or whatever but I want to be different," I stated as I watched her shift before continuing. "So instead of doing the usual I had this idea that maybe we can kind of tell our own story, you know?"

Narrowing her eyes she questioned, "Our story?"

I nodded, "Yea like, learning to love again after everything we've been through. Like a push and pull type relationship."

I saw Drew's grin widen, letting me know she liked the idea, "I see."

We finished stretching and I stood, helping her up in the process, "But we're not doing that today because I want to see where you're at with following my lead."

"Don't think I'll be able to keep up?" she questioned, coming closer to me and causing the air in my lungs to leave.

I tried to play it off and make it seem like she wasn't driving me crazy but it was harder said than done. I smiled, still feeling my heart pound against my chest, "I don't know, I move pretty quick."

"Test me."

I turned towards her but back-peddled to the far side of the room, knowing the first thing I wanted to test was her ability to catch me. I needed to know she could lift and hold me, which I didn't have a doubt because I'm sure she's bench-pressed more than my weight.

I warned, "You better catch me."

She smirked, "Don't doubt me, woman."

I laughed, running towards her and picking up a little speed. My heart was slamming against my chest because in a way this was a trust exercise, and I really needed Drew to not drop me. The last thing I needed was to hurt myself a month before the recital.

But when I jumped I felt her strong hands grip my waist, holding me against her while her arms tightened around my body. It had seemed so natural to her, as if it wasn't even a challenge to catch me, which was a huge relief.

She spun me around once before setting me back on the ground, "You're lighter than I expected."

"Was that your nice way of calling me fat?"

She tilted her head and rolled her eyes, "Of course it was."

I smiled, reaching up and kissing her out of encouragement, "That was good."

"I know."

I teased, "Don't get too confident."

"Yes ma'am."

And with that we got to work, Drew and I doing multiple exercises to test where we were with each other. We were extremely compatible, which was a huge relief but I already had a gut feeling we would dance well together. She seemed to know how I was going to move before I even did, which benefited us tremendously. I was proud of her, and I was glad that we were doing this together. It was like it was almost meant to be this way, and dancing with her made the time pass as if it didn't exist.

By nine o'clock we had choreographed a few measures to a slower rendition of Wicked Games and were dancing together almost instinctively.

The beginning of the song blared through the speakers, a slow guitar melody filling my ears before I felt Drew's heat behind me. Her breath was on my neck as I anticipated the beginning of our dance, my heart screaming for her to touch me.

Just like we had planned I felt her left arm snake around my waist while the other ran across my chest, trails of fire engulfing my body. I let her control me for the time being, her swaying me against the beat before forcing me into a spin all while holding my hips with her strong hands.

Lyrics echoed through my ears, "The world was on fire and no one could save me but you...

And strange what desire will make foolish people do...

And I never dreamed I would need somebody like you...

And I never dreamed that I'd miss somebody like you..."

Using the momentum Drew had given me with her spin I allowed my front leg to kick up, controlling my graceful movements against her. I stepped down and lifted my other leg behind me, Drew's hands grabbing around my stomach and the other under my leg.

There was nothing like these moments where we seemed to dance as one, and it had only taken five minutes to discover each other's actions. I got lost dancing with her, our steps blending together, as they should.

"And I... wanna fall in love...

And I.... wanna fall in love... with you..."

She lifted me then, just like we had rehearsed about a million times already, spinning me up and over her shoulder quickly. I was used to the momentary dizziness so my head recovered quickly, but when I opened my eyes the next time I was over her shoulder, completely off of the ground. Every muscle in my body was tense as my arms reached in front while my legs curved over my back. Drew had no problem holding me up either, and seeing us in the mirror only encouraged us.

I gently glided off and over her back, ending up behind her this time, my hands traveling delicately over her face. Dancing to this specific song put you in a mood that was hard to ignore, especially when dancing with someone like Drew. Getting carried away was easy, and when I felt her lean back against me I quickly supported her against my own torso.

"What a wicked game you play, make me feel this way...

What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you..."

The fact that we were so close was astounding, and our breathing was off because of all the physical work we were putting in. I knew we had only rehearsed a few more counts before stopping so our time was ending quickly, even when I didn't want it to.

She spun out of my grasp quickly, lying face down on the floor and within seconds fled my hold on her. She was so good at telling a story when she danced, something I admired significantly, and I had to remind myself not to get lost when I watched her.

I stood out of a crouched position then, Drew bowing down at my feet as she slowly rose up. I felt her hands grabbing my thighs lightly, running them up the entire length of my legs while she rose and brought her face back up to mine.

We were face to face, her hand on my cheek as our chests touched. We tried to catch our breath from our first few counts that had worked us a little harder than expected. I was so lost in our moment as I listened to the melody play throughout the room, causing me to lose focus of time. I felt so intimate and close with her when we danced, closer than usual and pulling away was hard.

I whispered, "That was... really good."

She smiled victoriously, knowing she had done well on her first day. Saturday wouldn't be too brutal, just like now, but next week we would begin preparing for the recital. Right now I was just getting her used to dancing with me.

I forced myself to release her and walk to the stereo, turning it off so we could lock up and go home. It wasn't like I wanted to part from Drew because I never did, but it was already past nine and I had things to do. I turned to face her again, seeing little beads of sweat on some of her exposed skin. She looked so good, and she danced even better, and I was pretty sure I liked her even more now if that was even humanly possible.

Grabbing my dance bag quickly Drew and I made our way back downstairs, the empty lobby giving us some privacy. I figured she had told whoever worked tonight not to wait up for us considering she was here, and that inevitably led to just her and I locking up the rest of the gym tonight.

"You know," she started, "You could stay the night at my place if you want...? Milo misses you."

I raised one brow jokingly, "Milo misses me? Then I must go."

We both laughed as we prepared to leave but I knew going over to Drew's tonight would be a bad idea. Spending the night was in fact tempting, but I had things to finish tonight. I knew if I went over I would get nothing done, but giving her the wrong idea was not something I planned to do.

I smiled sadly, not wanting to decline but knowing I had to, "Maybe tomorrow night... I just have a lot of homework due and I know it won't get done if I spend the night."

She didn't seem upset but rather understanding as she handed me my helmet, "Sounds like a compromise."

I smiled, watching her turn to slip on her jacket, giving me a glimpse of something I hadn't noticed before. I knew Drew had a quote tattoo but the flower was new, and I walked up to her quickly to stop her from putting on her coat.

I asked, "I didn't know you had that..."

She must've already known what I was talking about because she set her jacket down, allowing me to study the tattoo further. It was really pretty, and I couldn't help but let my hand graze over her skin that held the impeccable ink.

She answered, "It's a pink carnation, you know like the flowers we put on mom's grave. It's her favorite so I got that when I got the quote."

I of course remembered her telling me her mom's favorite flower but I loved her tattoo tremendously. The carnation had different shades of pink, making it look almost realistic with the quote almost wrapping around it.

She turned around, smiling, "Wanna go get tattoos together?"

"Are you crazy?" I answered, smiling like an idiot, "I'd never be able to last."

She shook her head, "You'd be fine."

I crossed my arms, "I wouldn't even know what to get."

She leaned back on the counter and studied me, "Well then think about it, and if you get an idea we can talk it over."

She was actually considering going get tattoos with me, and I was considering closing the gap between us that had grown bigger than my liking. I hated being this far away from her, especially after being so close while we had danced. I knew she could read me like a book, and I knew she could tell she was slowly driving me crazy.

I watched her stand, her silver eyes traveling straight up my body, causing everything inside me to scream in response. I couldn't help but let my eyes take in her exposed skin considering she had refused to put on her jacket, and I was compelled to touch every single inch.

I hadn't noticed the tension that had built up between us up until now, and I figured it was from us dancing earlier. We had been skin to skin for over an hour, and my mind was running rampant with emotions I was having difficulty keeping in check.

She noticed my quietness but she teased me regardless, "What are you thinking?"

I shook my head, "Nothing important."

I loved messing with her mind, mostly because it inevitably resulted in her kissing me, but she was just too adorable when she was annoyed. I missed her kisses because they seldom came, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before we were together again.

She was closer now, slowly closing the space between us as she spoke in a low tone, "I wanna know, though."

By this time my heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest, but showing Drew what she was capable of doing to me wasn't going to happen. I lifted my hands, placing them on her toned stomach as I stopped her from coming any closer. She knew she could break down all of my defenses. All she had to do was let her eyes bore into me and press her body against mine. It wasn't fair and she knew that, which is why I stopped her from moving any closer to me because my guard was already crumbling.

I whispered to her, "Well, too bad."

I watched her features change from playful to something a little darker, causing my body to tingle in anticipation. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, as if she had suddenly hypnotized me, and soon I felt her hands snaking over my hips. A moan tried to exit my throat but I stopped it in time, not understanding how a simple touch from her could send me to another world.

"You're biting your lip really hard," she whispered, and I noticed she was actually right. I released it from in between my teeth, knowing that if we didn't kiss in the next thirty seconds I was probably going to drop dead.

The tension was suffocating me by now, and I knew it had to be getting to Drew as well. How could she control herself so well whenever I was desperate for her to just take it a little further? I was in the palm of her hand, and as much as I hated admitting it we both knew it was true. In a way she controlled me, and that's what she certainly wanted anyway, but God it was so... intense.

In moments like this she was a different person, and whenever she held control over me and teased me I realized it was something I wasn't quite used too. It was intimidating and exhilarating all at once, my heart and mind torn in two different directions. My head was telling me to get the hell out while my heart was forcing me to stay and just give in. But even when I was overwhelmed by Drew's occasional power trips I still couldn't leave, and it didn't help that I didn't want to in the first place.

We didn't have moments like these often but somewhere in the back of mind I craved them. I didn't know what it was, but it was almost like I was addicted to the intensity we shared. I knew I shouldn't like them if I knew what was good for me, and I still wasn't sure if Drew was more good than bad, but I couldn't control the way she made me feel.

Then I felt her hands tighten on my hips, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. I brought my hands up and around her neck, realizing I couldn't contain myself anymore. I needed to kiss her. It was as if my life depended on it.

Without any more hesitation I felt Drew's soft lips crashing onto mine, her hands still holding my hips against her. Everything in my body was shattering under her touch, and I felt her lean me back against the front counter for support. Her hips were pressed against me, my hands grabbing behind her neck so I knew she wouldn't be allowed to pull away. My eyes were shut but I could hear her breathing deepen, as if it as just as powerful for her as it was for me. I took pride in knowing that I wasn't the only one, but I knew she still held the upper hand between us.

Even whenever sex was a touchy subject with Drew I was grateful kissing wasn't off limits, because even when we just kissed it was the most intense thing I had ever felt. It amazed me how hot I got just doing that, and the wonder I had about going further only widened whenever this happened.

Then out of nowhere her hands were slipping under my shirt, her palms pressed against my heaving abdomen. I loved the way her skin felt against mine, even whenever her touch seemed to set everything on fire. I tried keeping myself together but whenever she started moving her hands up and over my boobs I nearly melted right there.

Did she understand what she was doing to me? Did she care that she was about to give me a heart attack? What had gotten into her so suddenly?

Her lips moved away from my own and kissed under my jaw, my legs immediately turning into elastic. I was grateful she was wedged between my legs because if she hadn't been I probably would be on the floor from lack of support. I couldn't breathe but it seemed to be the best way of suffocating.

Her lips gave me absolutely no mercy, along with her hands that had now moved down to the waist band of my sweats. The teasing she was doing wasn't fair, and the way her lips kissed the sensitive skin of my neck only made me want her more. If this was pay back for declining her offer to stay the night I was willingly being taunted. There was nothing I wanted more than to go back to her place right now, and she probably thought she could change my mind by doing this.

She kissed right under my ear then, shivers running throughout my entire body as I moaned, "Drew..."

I felt her grip on my waist tighten at my voice, which made me wonder if holding back was harder than usual for her. I watched her face pull away from my neck, those dark eyes looking right into mine without any shame of what could happen right now.

"Yes?"

I narrowed my eyes, wondering what had gotten into her but not minding it one bit. I shook my head, a smile widening on my lips, "Are you trying to convince me to go over tonight?"

She smirked, "No..."

I just looked at her, already knowing she was lying but was playing it off as a joke. God she was just so cute, I hated it but loved it at the same time.

She kissed my forehead and spoke, "It's late, I should get you home."

Grabbing her jacket and slipping it over her shoulders this time I had no choice but to follow, my mind scattered from our moment. I wished more moments like that would occur between us but I appreciated them when they did. Every sensation in my body was intensified, and I knew only Drew could do that.

We made it to her bike and I climbed on behind her, my mind racing with things I wished I could do to Drew. I wanted her, and I hadn't realized how bad I did up until now. Containing myself was so hard when she did things like that, but it let me know she was just getting more and more comfortable.

I didn't want to get my hopes up but maybe it wouldn't be long till she would take it a step further...

She stopped in front of my apartment like she usually did, allowing me to climb off and look back at her. I didn't want to part, I never did, but I knew I would see her tomorrow.

I expected her to take off her helmet so I could kiss her goodbye but she didn't, which I took as her just teasing me some more. I stood closer to her, taking the edges of her helmet and lifting it gently over her head. I leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before slipping the helmet back over, a wide grin on her face.

"You should expect pay back for earlier," I threatened, although it wasn't much of a threat. It was sexual, of course, more sexual than I was used to with Drew but I things were changing between us. Tonight had proved that.

She winked, "I think I'm looking forward to it."

Then she revved her bike up, leaving me to wave her off, "Text me when you get home?"

Nodding, she answered, "Of course."

Then she was gone, and I wondered if maybe us dancing together had inevitably led to her growing more comfortable with me. I mean, I knew dancing with someone could be very intimate, and in a way sensual if you wanted. Could that have encouraged Drew to make bolder moves with me?

I tried not to think too much into it and rather enjoy the realization, hoping that it continued and nothing got into our way over the next few weeks.