𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

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flashback to 3 years ago - 

valentina 

The ground thumps beneath my feet, the vibrations from the loud music causing it to shake.

My head feels weird so I wipe my eyes, failing to notice that I'm smudging all of my glittery eye make-up. I'm walking clumsily through the club and it feels like I'm lagging. My feet moving faster than my brain.

I sigh contently, knowing that the numbness will come next.

"Give me the strongest drink you have here." I slur, throwing some bills down onto the counter. The bartender grimaces and takes the money.

I eye him drowsily as he fills the glass and slides it in front of me.

"You're only getting one of them." He points and I roll my eyes.

Lifting the glass to my lips, I don't hesitate to swallow the harsh liquor, a small smile tugging at my lips at the burn that settles at the back of my throat.

I turn my head, slowly taking in my surrounding. The flashing light, the swaying mass of bodies and the thumping music.

As I turn back around to order another drink, my eyes are drawn to a tall man standing next to me. He's slouched over, leaning agaisnt the sticky countertop on his tattooed forearms. He's dressed in a simple black tee and jeans and his brown hair is messy standing in all different directions, is it bad that I want to run my fingers through it?

I cock my head, admiring the stranger and their very sharp jawline.

"Can I help you?" The strangers low husky voice reaches my ears and suddenly I'm deaf to everything around me. I detect an accent, Italian maybe? I don't know, I'm not sober enough for this, thank God.

He still hasn't raised his head or looked over at me. For a second I question if he was even talking to me but I know he is.

"No, just looking." Dragging my eyes lazily up and down his body for a couple more seconds. Drinking in the fine specimen he is. They don't come around often so you have to appreciate them when they do.

Finally, he turns his head to look at me and I am not disappointed. Piercing green eyes surrounded by red are the first thing that I notice as they stare into my brown ones. The next thing that catches my attention is his crooked nose, cute, and his very kissable looking lips.

To say this man is attractive is an understatement.

My lips part when he stands to his full height. Fucking hell he's tall.

The stranger looks down at me, taking in my half naked body. My outfit is not the most modest thing.

Two wide pieces of fabric cover my tits and crossover at the top to make a halter neck. The dress leaves my stomach exposed with a only a small band of fabric at the bottom acting like a skirt- one that barely covers my ass.

"Are you done checking me out?" I ask, my words flowing from one to the other smoothly.

"For now, yes." He gives me a drunken smirk that I know gets him laid, because it makes me want to fuck him.

The stranger looks at me and then to the dance floor, silently asking if I want to dance.

I shake my head, "I don't dance."

"Neither do I bella." He takes a step towards me and my heart rate picks up from it's slow pace. Tucking a pice of my flat ironed hair behind my ear, he leans down to speak."But I have something I think you'd like and I can't give it to you here."

My eyes flick to his and before I know it, he places his hand on my upper back and gently guides me forwards to the crowd of bodies.

Placing his hands on my hips, he flips me around so that my back is pressed to his firm chest. I sigh at the contact and start moving my hips against his. The strangers brings his mouth down to my neck, grazing the sensitive skin and I shiver, throwing my head back to give him more room.

He chuckles lowly at my complicity and the I feel it through my whole body.

We continue dancing, moving our bodies in sync with each other and breathing heavily from the close contact. It's intimate and unfamiliar and I don't know how to feel about it.

Spinning me back around, he grabs my hair in his hands and jerks me closer, so close that if he just lent down a little our lips would connect. Up close the stranger smells like alcohol, drugs and bad decisions, which just so happens to be my favourite. He stares down at me before lifting his thumb and gently tugging at my bottom lip.

"Molly." He mutters and I part my lips further, just enough for him to slip the small pills in. My body relaxes, recognising the pill and I swallow instantly without another thought.

He places a few in his own mouth and swallows, looking down at me intensely.

"Want to get out of here mia bella?" He murmurs into my ear before dipping his head, pecking the spot where my ear meets my neck. My body jerks at the feeling and he smirks agaisnt my skin.

"Not to have sex I promise. I'm not sober you're not sober. Not tonight." He follows up his words and my heart flips. I didn't even think of that but I'm glad that's not what's happening.

"Okay." I reply and he pulls his head up, meeting my gaze.

"You sure?"

"Let's go before I change my mind." The stranger smiles at my words and slips his hand down to lace with mine.

-

"So stranger, do you have a name or do I have to give you one?"

Once we left the club, we stumbled around the streets for a while before settling down onto the grass in some park, where we're laying now.

If we could see the stars we would be stargazing right now.

I turn my head to face him, the outline of his crooked nose and plump lips being illuminated by the light behind him. He's staring straight up at the dark sky, laying flat on the grass. He looks calm.

"Give me one." He replies without moving.

My breath hitches for a second before I let out a long sigh. A wave of calmness crashes over me as the molly starts kicking in.

"Spencer. Can I call you Spencer?"

Slowly, his head turns to face mine and I suddenly feel like we're a lot closer than before. I'm not sure if it's the drugs or if I'm finally going crazy. I'm probably going crazy.

A lazy smile makes it's way onto his features and I find my breath catching at the sight. "Yeah, you can call me Spencer, bella."

"Well it's nice to meet you Spencer. Thank you for the drugs." Spencer lets out a husky laugh at my words and I feel myself melting into the ground.

I think I just made my first friend. 

Spencer. 

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 do not take drugs from hot italian men in clubs

 do not leave clubs with hot italian men when you are intoxicated 

 do not do any of the above even if said man is not italian or hot

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unedited 

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