Beeze's POV
"Dance with me." Wes stretches his hand as he stands in the middle of my living room.
I make no hesitation grabbing it and he smiles.
He puts in a song and as it plays he sings along.
We came here to party,
We came here to dance,
You know that you're my girl,
Damn, right I'm your man,
I giggle at his facial expression when he says the last line but I listen nonetheless.
This night going too good
Don't fall for the games
He said she said
Don't- Sh
I got a whole lot of names,
And a whole lot of numbers,
But I'd throw them away
Cause I think I might love ya,
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got options.
You the, you the, you the, you the top one.
So baby if it ain't a problem, can I get some of your love.
"Anytime." I smile and he grins pecking my lips.
"Who knew my man could sing?" I tease when we were done dancing and he winks.
"You're not the only one who got the moves you know." I hold up my hands in mock surrender.