" My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. James. “What,” I answer, annoyed. I don’t want his voice on the phone, I want it in my ear.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you dance?” A hand comes around my waist and I grab the wrist, twist it, then turn to find myself right up against James, and everything is right again. I lean against him, tip my face toward him.
“Oh, hi,” I say.
“Oh, ouch,” he says. "

― Kiersten White , Perfect Lies (Mind Games, #2)