8. June #4
And probably something I’ll never have the privilege of drinking again, unless, obviously, I somehow come into a bunch of money. Which doesn’t seem at all likely with the way my life is going.
I drink the rest of the tequila, hating that I have to down it so quickly. I’d rather sit here and appreciate it a bit more, but my friend is alone and intoxicated, and probably in need of the water I promised her.
Sober me would have put more thought into who treated me to such a specialty but drunk me is ready to get back out on that dance floor.
I stand a little taller on my way back in my attempt to peer over the crowd and spot Cora's blonde hair.
I scan the yellow shades, coming up empty, until I do a double-take.
I was looking for a single white female with maybe some other girls around her, but nope, Cora has managed to secure a man as her dance partner this time.
Atta girl.
I weave through the bodies with ease, finding gaps to wiggle through and make my way to Cora. “Here, drink this.”
She twists the cap off, downing the entire contents of the small bottle of water in one motion. “Thanks.” Cora wipes at her lip, not missing a beat the whole time.
I do the same, pointing at the dude grinding up against her when I’m finished. “Who’s that?”
She shrugs, a smirk on her face.
I shake my head and chuckle. She’s clearly been hanging around me too much, my bad habits are rubbing off on her.
"Hey," one of the short, dark-haired girls we made friends with yells into my ear. "Want me to take your empties? I'm going to the bathroom."
“Yeah, sure, thank you.”
“Thanks,” Cora chimes in, immediately going back to her partner.
With my newly freed hands and the high of the alcohol settling in, I join them, swaying my body without any care who might be watching. We stay like this for the rest of the song, then another, until time has lost all meaning and I’m not sure how long we’ve been like this.
“Does he look like Damon Salvatore or am I really that drunk?” Cora whisper screams into my ear.
I slow my rhythm and squint my eyes to get a better view of him as he approaches.
He grins when he slides past me, grabbing my hips and settling his body against mine.
Am I dreaming or is the bad boy doppelganger grinding up on me?
I turn to face him, continuing to move to the beat. “Um, hi.”
“Hi.” His dark gaze leaves a hot trail from my eyes to my lips, flicking down to my breasts and back up to my eyes again. He’s decked out from head to toe in designer clothing, and reeks of expensive booze and cologne. Tequila to be exact.
It immediately sets my Spidey-senses off, alerting me to something I’m not sure of yet. Between his intoxicating stare and the alcohol flowing through my veins, I can’t tell if it’s a bad or good feeling that’s consuming me.
I want to ask him his name. To see if he's in any way connected to the three men I can't get off my mind. To confirm he's not a fourth roommate in the weird lust triangle that is my life. But if he's not, I don't want to exchange any more information than I have to.
Instead, I spin myself back around and face Cora.
Her eyes are closed, her arm reached over her head and wrapped around the dude behind her neck. Their bodies sway to the beat. His fingers resting against her waist, rocking in tune with her.
“You are something else, June.” the guy mutters.
It takes me longer than I’m proud to admit to notice that I never told him my name. I flip to face him once more. “Who are you?”
He licks his lips, tugging the bottom one with his pearly white teeth. “Just a man, dancing with a girl.”
There’s an evil glint in his eye, and don’t get me wrong, usually I’m a fucking sucker for danger, but this, this is something else.
“I asked you a question,” I say through gritted teeth.
“And I gave you an answer.” He reaches up, running his thumb along the side of my face and cupping my chin. “I see what they see in you.”
I shake him off, his touch having the opposite effect that he wants. Or maybe the correct one after all. “Who?”
“You know who, June.” He winks and twirls a strand of my black hair, still keeping to the steady thump of the blaring music.
“Is this supposed to intimidate me or something?” I grab his hand, dropping it and putting mine on his shoulder, moving to the melody.
He reaches for my waist, pulling me closer. “You don’t find me threatening?”
"Not at all." I tend to go head-on into the fire any chance I get. My soul is called to the darkness.
“And that is why…” He leans in, his warm cheek pressed against mine, his breath lingering on my skin. “One way or another. You will be mine.”
The song stops, my heart with it, the lights going off in a flash and the heat of his touch being replaced by the sweaty air filling the dance floor.
The next tune comes on, along with the strobes illuminating the sheen-covered faces of the crowd.
My hand hovers where his body once was; now it is nowhere to be found.
Gone quicker than he arrived, leaving me with a pounding in my chest that could only mean one thing.
Things are about to get even more interesting.