𝐁 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐍
prologue
Fluorescent strobe lights temporarily blinded her as she waited for the bartender to get her the two tequila shots she ordered just a few minutes ago.
The club was crowded and full of people having the time of their lives on a Saturday night, dancing the hours away while alcohol was rushing through their veins. Ever since her friends skipped her for two boys, the brunette decided to just spend the night alone and get shitfaced before her Uber would be there to pick her up.
Amelia was steadying herself against the bar, hands pressed against the dark wood. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her to indirectly ask her if she was okay, but she waved it off and smiled softly, reaching out for the two shots.
But when she did, a pair of much larger hands reached for the two filled shot glasses and snatched them away from her view. Her eyebrows shot up and eyes widened before she realized what was going on, her feet dragging herself in the direction the guy was headed.
When he finally came to a sudden halt, she accidentally walked into him because she was slightly dizzy, not good at estimating how much space there was between them. She tightly closed her eyes as she stepped back, embarrassed at how her smaller body had clashed into his, causing him to drop both of the shot glasses.
"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, her hands shooting up in defeat, "I was going to say I'm sorry but you stole my shots so fuck that- why would you even steal my shots?!"
The guy had finally turned around, an amused grin dancing on his lips as he looked at her. His faux blonde hair was messily resting on top of his head, eyebrows raised up in curiosity while ocean eyes looked back at her.
He looked back at -what she assumed were- his friends, who were shaking their heads and laughing at him for what just happened, the strong liquor staining his black boots.
It was that split second she took her chance to look at whatever this gorgeous man was wearing. His outfit was monochrome, the black color bringing out the color of his eyes and hair. An oversized sweater hung from his shoulders and skinny jeans covered his legs, and Amelia had to admit this thief didn't only take her shots away- but also her breath.
"Actually-" His voice was deep as he spoke up and looked back at her, "My friends over there dared me to go talk to a girl- And I see my plan has worked."
Amelia furrowed her eyebrows together before shaking her head, "Your plan? Your plan was to steal my shots so I would talk to you?"
The blonde laughed softly and rolled his eyes, "If you say it like that, it makes me look like an ass."
"And you're not?" She asked him as a grin creeped its way up onto her lips, waiting for him to answer her playful question.
"No," He chuckled, "I'm Daniel, actually. And to apologize for hitting you up like this, I'll buy you some new shots."
"Ouch!" She exclaimed loudly after Daniel bumped into the door frame, her knee hitting the wood quite harshly. She immediately slapped a hand in front of her mouth once she realized she was being loud, a giggle falling from her lips.
"Shit- sorry," He mumbled before chuckling, hoisting her back up from where she was slowly sliding down his back. She clutched herself onto him, arms wrapped around his neck to keep herself steady while he gave her a piggy back ride because the heels she wore tonight were hurting her feet.
She rested the side of her face against the back of Daniel's head as he closed the front door behind them, dropping his keys onto the coffee table. His fingertips lightly dug into the skin of her thighs as he walked towards his bedroom, noticing how the girl on his back fell silent and was probably close to falling asleep.
After loads of shots and Amelia getting to know a few of Daniel's friends, the two decided it was time for them to go home at around four. The initial plan was for Amelia to return to her own home, but that didn't work out because her friend Jamie kept Amelia's keys with her and she was nowhere to be found.
Daniel didn't mind her staying over. He told Amelia he could sleep in the spare room of his apartment and she could take his room. The twenty-two year old agreed to stay at Daniel's place as she was too tipsy to care where she had to sleep.
"I'm gonna drop you onto the bed okay?" He asked her quietly, a hum following from the brunette to tell him it was okay. Daniel smiled softly as he reached his bedroom, leaning down so he was able to place her on the bed carefully.
"Thank you," She smiled up at him once she faced Daniel, her hand reaching out to automatically cup his cheek. She didn't know why she did it, but it all just happened naturally. Like the rest of the night.
Daniel looked into her honey colored eyes, the dimmed lightning of his room perfectly hitting the side of her angelic shaped face. Her thumb brushed his stubbly jaw as she sat up, Daniel leaning down at the same time.
They both didn't take any more time before their lips met in a hasty kiss as Daniel leaned forward even more, causing her to lay on her back with him hovering over her as the kiss got more heated.
Daniel reached for the back of his sweatshirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side, reattaching his lips with hers almost immediately. His fingertips trailed her collar bone before they reached the thin straps of her black satin dress, letting them alike down her shoulders.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," He breathed against her lips, hoping that this moment would last forever and ever because he did not want this to end.
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UHM YEAH SO IT DIDNT DANIEL IM VERY SORRY LMAO
HERES THE PROLOGUE FOR THIS STORY
the next chapters are going to be forwarded to a few months later btw!!
ILYSM and ty for reading this story! i promise it's gonna be fun ;)
