I'm Always on my Knees for You.

"Oh, it’s so on. You sure you’re ready to be dominated again?”

"Obviously. And if you win, Ill give you fifty dollars."

"Best two out of three, then?"

"You trying to take my job?" she joked.

"Shit, you might dance better than I do!"

"I said I’m fine, didn’t I?" Despite all of the things Peyton felt, she wasn’t about to pour her heart out to a girl she’d met only once before this.

"You said it, yeah. Your face doesn't really prove it. But hey, I don't like arguing so consider it dropped." She goes in her bag and pulls out a wrapped-up brownie. "Want one? I made them earlier today."

"I’m— I’m fine.”

"Really? Normally, girls who are fine don't look so distressed." She gives her a small smile. "If you need to talk, I'll listen. I'm useful that way."

Isaiah had had a good enough time at the party, but he just hadn’t been in the mood tonight. Sure, the confidence boost was sort of great when people watched him dance, but there was always the chance that they just recognized him and assumed like most people did. He’d been wandering a little afterwards, pacing the street, trying to shake some of the inebriation off, when he saw Fiona outside. With a little smile, he jogged up to her, greeting her with a little “Hey” and a nudge of his shoulder. “How’s the party?”

"Isaiah!" She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. "It's so good! Isaiah, join me in some fun?" She pulls away from him to take a pill out of her purse. "Open your mouth."

"You alright?"

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