False Pretenses

Chapter 5

(A/N): I'm fast, eh? :-)

Y'all should be happy because I can be damn slow ;-)

Song for the chapter: Earned It by The Weeknd *wink wink*

Now

:-) without further ado :-)

HAPPY READING :D

LOL (shit is about to go down) xD

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I had no idea what the heck was happening.

All I knew was that the music still blared through the place almost making everything impossible to hear.

Other than that, I was clueless as shit.

What is happening?

I don't know.

Are those people dancing?

I think so. Yeah. Maybe. Wait. I don't know.

I had no idea why I was having a mental conversation with myself. I was about to make a face at myself but stopped abruptly when I realised that the beautiful man was still with me.

Oh yes. The hottie!

He spun us around and released my hand. Even though I was warm enough, I started missing his warmth. As if sensing my discomfort, he pulled me by the waist and pressed himself firmly against me.

Oh. We were so close. Hm. Me likey.

I could smell his cologne and liked it too.

"You know what-" I started.

"Shh." He hushed me. "Just let yourself loose. Let's enjoy this."

We started swaying to the beat of the Muse song which was still playing. More like, I melted in his grip as he swayed the two of us. I could still stand but the whole time I just couldn't help but stare at his eyes.

Oh his chocolate eyes. Damn I loved chocolate eyes. I also loved chocolate. I mean, perfection incarnate? He never averted his eyes from mine. Not once.

As we danced slowly, I took notice of his clothes. He was wearing a blue-ish, gray-ish shirt and black skinny jeans.

He had taste alright. Hottie knew how to dress.

Unlike his clothes, which suggested that he was a fast paced guy in general, he was taking this slow and I mean super freaking slow.

What is he thinking?

I don't know subconscience, shut up.

"But I just—"

He kissed me on the edge of my lips. "Hush."

He pulled me towards him one more time but this time he leaned into me and put his head in the crook of my neck. He nestled into me, tightening his arms around me. My arms which were suddenly functioning on their own accord embraced him back.

With one of my hands on his back and one on the back of his neck, I started to stroke his hair lightly. His oh so soft hair.

What was this feeling? This tingly feeling? My heart was running across New York to God knows where. What was this supposed to be? Sexy? Cute? I had no idea but was I complaining?