Eunoia 2 [{V.H}]

22

Kitty

I was wrong about Vinnie being closer to sober than drunk.

It was pretty evident when even in front of his friends, he couldn't keep his hands off of me. It caught me off guard at first when he used his pointer finger to turn my head while I was mid conversation with Corey, who was telling me it was looking like Kio was close to winning the bet. Vinnie simply kissed my lips, softly, letting me taste the alcohol on his tongue and when I pulled away, startled by his public advance, he just gave me a cheeky smile and looked away from me. I looked up at Corey with wide blinking eyes, and he looked just as bewildered as me until he just shook his head with a surprised laugh.

After that, Corey left, being pulled away by one of the girls he had brought into the VIP section, leaving Vinnie and I alone on the couch. His hands immediately started moving on my hip, up my side so I turn and look at him, just to find him leant against the couch, his arm propped up on the arm with his chin in his palm as he gazes at me.

I blush and look away from him, "Vinnie-"

"Hmm?"

"Are you ready to go?"

In my peripherals, I watch him shake his head at me, so I look at him with my brows raised but I lean back again when he leans into me, his face inches from mine.

He brushes his lips against my own and murmurs, "I'm not done looking at you in that costume yet."

I smile against his lips, "Have you looked at yourself recently?"

He catches my lips, kissing me passionately, so I raise my hand and cup his face, holding him to me. He gently bites my bottom lip so I hum and move closer to him, his hand raising to my neck.

I don't care if anyones watching, honestly I doubt anyone really cares with everything going on around us right now.

I open my mouth against his and run my tongue across his teeth, so he breaks away and licks his lips. His hand raises to cup my chin while his thumb runs across my bottom lip, his eyes not breaking away from my mouth once.

He nods his head to the side, and tells me with a bit of a pant, "I've been watching the lounge... it's empty."

Crap...

Should I?

What if we get caught? It is his club...

I start to turn my head, looking toward the lounge door but he turns my head back to him so I can't look over, keeping my focus on him. I raise my eyes to his, and when I see the way he's looking back at me, I nod.

He doesn't hesitate to stand up, his hand pulling me up off the couch. We keep our fingers intertwined as we walk through the dimly lit club. I glance around to see if anyone is noticing us walk toward the black door on the back wall that's littered with stickers, but no one does. When we trash the door, Vinnie grabs the door handle and pulls it open, a purple light seeping out, and he quickly lets go of my hand to push me inside by the small of my back.

I walk into the room and glance around, a chaise lounge in the center of the room, with a chandelier hanging above it that has purple bulbs screwed into the sockets, and on the walls- mirror.

I quickly become self conscious, raising my arms over my chest as I take a look at myself from angle of the room, until the door locks behind me. I swiftly turn around to look at Vinnie, his back against the door as he stares at me, his eyes slowly trailing up my body until his gaze meets mine.

It's just him.

I've been with him countless times.

I move my hands on my hips, and give him a knowing look. "Some lounge room."