Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 12

Walking into the club, pink, blue, and orange neon lights illuminate the room in color. My left hand is being occupied by Clay's right and Sapnap walks in with us on the other side of Clay. The drive here is only ten minutes or so and Sapnap never asked questions as expected, leaving music as well as our humming along filled the easy silence.

"Do you guys wanna go to the bar and get drinks? Tab is on me, my treat." Clay asks us both. Sapnap begins to lead the way in acknowledgement. Clay peers down at me, waiting for my answer and I nod, leaning onto his shoulder as we make our way over.

The music is loud, but with my left ear pressed against his arm, muffling sound waves, some is drowned out. I'm not much for club music, but I'm in the mood to drink. We stand in front of the bar now, waiting for someone behind the counter. I don't plan on getting too much, maybe just buzzed.

"Can you get me something with not too much alcohol?" I ask the blond I'm clinging to, trying to keep from getting lost in the crowd as Sapnap orders his drink. I don't drink much. Clay usually does, but he wants us to have a good night, so he takes the responsibility of being sober. This is more his scene, so I trust him to get a drink I'll like.

Clay then turns to the bartender. "Can I get a Vodka Soda?" After a few moments, the bartender brings our drinks and we go to find somewhere to sit.

Sapnap spots an unoccupied booth in the corner, waiting for us to follow. Sitting down, Clay hands me my drink. Sweat covers the outside and a lime sits on the rim of a glass cup holding a clear liquid wedged in its contents, holding it in place.

"I think you'll like it. It shouldn't be too strong." He looks down at me through his peripheral. The cold, wet glass sits in my grasp as I ease it to my lips. I tip the glass slightly and the carbonated liquid collides with my tongue.

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Four vodka sodas later and my mind begins to get slightly fuzzy. Time has become a blur. "Do you want to dance?" Hearing my voice, I notice the slur that wraps around every syllable.

I remember a thought of mine from just hours ago and laugh at the irony. So much for only getting buzzed.

"Sure, but what's so funny?" A grin and bright eyes interrupt his previously bored expression. "I thought you'd never ask." We slide out of the booth with a light giggle. I grab his shoulder for much needed support and make our way to the dance floor.

I haven't seen Sapnap in a while. He spotted a girl dancing alone and decided to accompany her.

Clay stops at a vacant spot and grabs my hips, pulling me to him. Noticing the way my eyes slightly widen and the small blush that creeps on my face, he giggles. He guides me with his hands as we begin to sway to our own melody.

I bring my eyes up in search of his, only to find them already waiting for my attention. His calm expression displays adoration, making my legs feel like jelly. My entire body feels ignited under his gaze, so close to him.

I watch patiently as he leans down slowly, moving his right hand from my hip to my cheek in a single motion. My jaw goes slack under his warm touch and I tilt my head up. Soft lips melt into mine in a careful and meaningful kiss.

My mind grows fuzzier from his intoxication which is much stronger than any alcohol. Daring to intensify his intention, I reach up and grab the collar of his hoodie, begging for more. His kiss is much too soft, much too slow, much too careful.

He dips down, but keeps the same pressure as before, which is not enough. "Clay." My tone was meant to come out demanding, but instead resonates a whine.

"George," He speaks in a whisper after pulling away from my lips forcefully. "You're drunk. I'm not going to do anything with you while you're in this state."

"We are only kissing." I justify.

"I know, but I don't want you to do anything you'll regret in the morning." Clay argues. I huff, letting go of his collar. He's right. I don't want to have any of our firsts while I'm drunk.

"Sorry, you're right. Dance with me?" The question goes verbally unanswered. He only smiles and lets out a laugh, sounding like a huff. He puts his forehead against mine for a few moments as we begin to return to our previous rhythm.

He moves his hands and spins me slowly. He pulls me back in and kisses my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He whispers in my ear so lowly that if I wasn't so lost in him, I would've missed the sweet nothing.