Hoe for Hosie

On the Dancefloor

Josie's PoV

Dance

It's said that dance is a powerful way to express a wide range of emotions. The way you move can convey happiness, excitement, and passion, but also aggression and anger.

What's truly remarkable about dancing is its ability to relieve stress and bring you fully into the present moment.

•••

Ex and alcohol should never be in the same sentence.

That was a colossal mistake. Really. A stupid one.

As I woke up, the world seemed to spin far too fast.

After a few moments, I realized I wasn't in my own bed. The sheets weren't mine, yet they felt familiar. I was bewildered for a moment.

When the person lying beside me shifted and faced me, reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

Did I really sleep with Hope Andrea Mikaelson last night? Out of everyone, I had a one-night stand with my ex?!

And I'm in her house. Great.

Seeing what was around me was enough to sober me up.

What in the world?!

"Oh my..." It took me a few moments to process what had actually transpired last night.

Just to be certain, I glanced under the sheets and found myself completely naked. I blushed instantly and quickly surveyed my surroundings.

I couldn't believe it at all, I had sex with her?

I pitched myself to see if that was only a dream but the pain was quite real.

Yes, now I remembered.

•••

Flashback:

I'm here in the club, wasted and broken, after I found out the real intention of the woman that I ever loved with my whole heart.

My hips swayed in time with the music, body slick with sweat and a flame with lust as I rubbed my ass against the woman that I should hate but I can't. Her hands were everywhere, fingertips feathering against my waist, one glorious arm wrapped around my neck possessively.

I can't stop myself, can't stop to give in to Hope.

She's drunk just like me, she'd been driving me insane all day, my mind nor gaze never far away from her god-like form since I saw her following me here. Her lips scratched against the curve of my neck; hot breath heavy in my ears as my hands found her thighs.

"Do you know what you're doing to me right now, love? She asked as she bites my ear. "Can you feel it? Fuck, I'm so hard for you."

The club was packed, bodies compressed together and music almost deafening. But I heard her, her soothing voice vibrating against my ear. I arched into her, as her grip tightening around my neck, bicep pressed up against my throat to keep me close.

"I bet you'd let me fuck you right here, wouldn't you?"

I couldn't help the needy whine that fell from my lips, nodding back against her chest, one hand resting on her forearm while the other palmed at her throbbing cock through the confines of her trousers.