Free The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window by Kirsty Moseley Page A

second, winning over $1,000 in
prize money. Not that we ever saw any of the money, it went
straight on studio time and uniforms, music, and fliers or posters.
I loved to dance, street dance was my favourite and anything that
went with a hip hop beat got my vote. It had always been my dream
since I was a little girl to have my own dance studio, maybe one
day I’d get there, but it seemed highly unlikely.
    “ Hey, I’m so sorry guys, I overslept,” I said, looking
at them all apologetically as I walked in.
    Justin pulled
me into a big hug and I tried not to flinch away from him; he was
wearing his trademark piece of pink in the form of a cap today. “That’s OK. I’d oversleep too if I had
that fine ass in my bed,” he teased with a grin as he nodded over
my shoulder towards Liam. I rolled my eyes and put the doughnuts on
the table, grabbing a chocolate one quickly before they all went. I
headed over to say hi to the other guys. There were eight of us in
our crew, four girls and four guys. I was happily chatting with the
guys, when Justin called everyone to start. “Seeing as we are
already forty-five minutes late because someone couldn’t drag her
ass out of bed on time, we’d better get started,” he stated,
throwing me a mock glare and making me laugh.
    We set to
work on a new routine; it was hard and complicated and even had
some pretty scary lifts. The worst one was where I was on Ricky’s
shoulders and had to flip off, turn in the air so I was facing
backwards, then he would catch me as I fell down his
body . Almost instantly, I had to wrap my
legs around his waist before leaning all the way back putting my
arms on the floor and roll my body into the floor. Luckily we had
mats, because it took over an hour for me to even land it once, and
let me tell you, even landing on your back or stomach on a padded
mat, hurts, especially if the muscled guy who is supposed to catch you,
lands on top of you.
    After about
the twentieth attempt, I pushed Ricky off of me, laughing. I
couldn’t even get up I was so tired, sweat was running down my
back. “OK, I officially give up on this for the day. My head hurts,
my back hurts, my butt hurts, even my arms and legs hurt from
holding on,” I whined, laying like a starfish on the
mat.
    “ Fine, it’s
nearly one anyway so we’d better clear the studio,” Justin said,
holdi ng out his hand to help me
up.
    I shook my
head , laughing. “Can’t. I honestly can’t
move,” I muttered, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. The
next thing I know Liam was there, he grabbed hold of me and picked
me up, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing at
all, and headed towards the girls shower room, laughing. “What the
hell are you doing?” I cried, still annoyed at him for what he did
to me last night.
    “ Helping
you,” he stated. I could tell he was smir king by his stupid sexy voice.
    “ Put me
down!” I ordered, trying to wriggle free, but he just gripped me
tighter.
    I heard the
shower turn on.
    No! He wouldn’t!
    He did.
    He stepped
into the shower, putting me down under the spray, both of us
getting completely soaked. I stood there ,
shocked. I had a change of clothes with me so it didn’t really
matter, but I didn’t think that he did. Ha, stupid idiot, now he
has to sit in his car in wet clothes!
    He was
laughing at me so I cupped my hands together and collected some
water , throwing it at him; he laughed
harder and gripped my waist, pressing himself to me under the
shower. Water was running down his head, plastering his hair to his
face, he looked sexy as hell. His clothes were slick to his body; I
wanted to run my hands down him to feel the lines of his muscles.
He bent his head forward and kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly
around me and pushing me against the wall. He sucked lightly on my
bottom lip and I gladly opened my mouth, eager to taste him again.
He tasted even better today, probably because I was still half
drunk when we kissed last