A/N: Epilogue time! Did they make it into the dance program? Read and find out!
Nothing is mine, except for "Father Figure" which I bought from iTunes.
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Epilogue: Southern Charm
"Jazz, come on. We're going to be late for class," I yelled as I took his hand and dragged him behind me. I was finally back to my usual self, which felt odd and yet amazingly liberating. It was wonderful to want to be excited and jump around again. Nothing had been this good in way too long.
"But darlin', it's hip-hop," Jasper whined. He was strictly a Latin boy. I had to love him for that. But the class was fun. And he hated it—so closed-minded.
"Yes, I know." I stopped, facing him, our hands still intertwined. "But it will pay off eventually. Trust me." I kissed the area of his shirt where I knew my favorite scar—the dirt bike one—would be. It was a habit of mine now; any time I wanted to get my way, I'd kiss his shirt. It always worked.
"You've been saying that every time we go to the class. What if it doesn't pay off?"
"It will. I promise." I was already coming up with ideas for our first Brookhaven College final project—a mixture of hip-hop and Latin moves that is sure to be the dance of the semester, if not the year. I kissed him on the lips to back up my statement before resuming the walk to class.
"Oh!" Jasper exhaled as if he had a revelation. "And this promise, does it entail…physical reward?" I stopped cold, facing him again.
"Why, Japer Hale!" I gasped. "I thought you were a true Southern gentleman."
"I am, darlin'. But you make me not want to be." A shiver ran down my spine as he kissed me like he never had before. There was tongue and pent up energy. And I loved it.
"Wow," I breathed once he pulled away. He chuckled, pulling me along behind him.
"Come on. We'll be late for class."
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A/N: I know this is short, but it is an epilogue. Just a little wrap up to tie it all together. I hope you liked it. PLEASE REVIEW!
