Summer is Dead

Chapter 47 MHALIKA'S POV Xander looked at me intently as if he was looking for a sign on my face. "I still have dirt on my face?" I will ask. He shook his head. "I just remember something on your face." Classical music played the other couple danced in the middle. I held out my hand to Xander in a flirtatious manner. His forehead furrowed and the questioner looked at me. "Your my date right. You bought my time with the necklace." I remind him. "I want to dance. Can you make me dance." He swallowed and nodded. The music is sweet gentle so the pairs stick together. Xander was trying to be gentle nor did it stick his body to my body. A lame plan formed in my mind. I intentionally glued my chest to his chest. "I'm sorry, but in France, when people dance there, even if they're almost close to each other, it just doesn't matter. I don't think you can hurt what I did." I said smiling. He sneezed and shook his head. 'LET'S SEE XANDER HOW LONG YOU LAST.' "I know I know you." said X