Jamie POV
I remember it like it was yesterday. Every taste. Every smell. The radiating August heat, how it was only intensified by the dancing bodies around me.
Plus I don't know what it was that lead me there, the yearning for the taste of alcohol on my tongue, peer pressure, or just my usual reckless nature.
"Sei pazza ragazza"- my mother would tell me.
But fucking hell, I couldn't help myself.
She was beautiful
The jade of her sultry eyes,latching onto me from across the room.The beaming,drunk but expectant smile drawing me toward her,Drawing me until I was close enough to count every smile freckle on her alluring face.
And shit,it shouldn't have felt so good,I shouldn't have loved it the way I did.But I loved the way her wolf voice whispering meaningless harmonies into my ears,The way het faint fingers latched onto my waist,the way her other sold hand cradled my cheek.I dont remember what it is that I said back but it must have worked some sort of fucking magic,because only moments later the feeling of her lips against mine was the only thing my stupid braid could focus on.
I'd forgotten about the crowded room we were in completely forgotten that everyone could probably see us sucking each faces off in the middle of that fucking room
Ha.its funny how something so wrong can feel so right.A complete juxtaposition of morality.wrong,but the way I felt that night,it was almost as if everything in life had fallen in place-like I was meant to be there that night,with her...whoever she was.
We are drunk...it was a drunken mistake
No women should never touch me the way she touched me that night. Her slow moving tongue against my neck,tech nibbling at the sensitive skin...No other
women
And as much as I'd like to forget,neither the marks left on my body not my fucked up mind will allow me to.it consumes me sometimes,eats away at me and it all I can think of.She appears in my dreams.And I imagine her,I recall the moment I first laid my eyes on her.The way her Dark brown hair caught my attention in the intoxicated crowd,It's dark colors hardly a match for the desire we both felt that night.I reimagine the way ours eyes locked-the pulling attraction I felt towards her,the way my alcohol ridden my braid could do nothing but allow myself to be drawn towards it source
That was the night everything went to shit
I don't know who she is.I don't know where she's from.I don't think she ever even told me her name
But she was the girl in the black dress
