Chapter TWENTY- FOUR 

lIPSTICK AND KISSES YRENE'S POV I stared at him blankly for so long that he had to bend and reach for my hand instead. He pulled me up and before I knew it, we were flowing amongst the throng of students, willing to get to the dance floor. Kaden whirled me around once we got down and I stumbled which made him furrow his brows lightly. "You can't dance?" He asked, and I bit my lip. "Just a little. I'm not that much of a dancer." I admitted, and he sighed. I didn't want to disappoint him, already he had done me a huge favor by taking me as his date. I only wanted to impress him. The music was slow and haunting but it picked up pace and before I knew it, I was panting and trying to keep up with Kaden's steps and also trying to keep my heart rate in check because where his hands lay on my waist was burning and holding onto his neck was crucifying as the whole thing felt wrong. I couldn't even look into his eyes properly. Immediately we locked eyes, mine would dart away, seeking comfort in