Dylan's body moved swiftly on the dance floor, his hips swaying to the rhythm as the music wrapped around him, almost consuming him.
Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with his legs crossed, his expression unreadable, his gaze steady and unmoving as he watched everything unfold before him.
He was seriously confused, his eyes fixed on his stepbrother, who seemed completely intent on rousing him, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.
As Dylan danced, men began approaching him one after the other. One stepped forward first, moving in front of him, trying to match his rhythm before leaning in closer, his breath brushing against Dylan's ear.
"Do you mind if I dance with you?" he asked, his voice low.
Dylan's attention had been closed, lost in the rhythm, but at the sound of the voice, he became alert. Irritation flickered instantly across his face. That wasn't who he wanted. He wanted Sebastian to come up to him, to say those words to him, and maybe then, he would have considered it sweet.
