Love At First Lie | Herophine Fic

Survival Of The Fittest

JOSEPHINE

I feel so lost. But in the best possible way. Hidden down in a deep, dark place and the only people that exist here are me and him. Me and Hero. I didn't expect him to so freely come over to me when the girls left but fuck me am I glad he did?

It goes without saying I'm enjoying myself. I feel so safe in his strong arms as we sway to the music. There's no space between us and ever since he pulled me to him, I've felt the heaviness of the air around me. It was warm in here anyway, now I feel like it's a furnace and add in his soft kisses on my neck, it's a surprise I've not combusted by now. Neck kisses are one of the few things that just get me. They have to be done right and of course, Hero knows just how.

Being like this with him is so... natural. We fit together perfectly. It's a strange thought but I feel so possessive over us being like this. I'm finding myself wanting times like this to happen more and more. Whether we're curled up in bed together or whether we're out in a bar dancing like we are now. I want these times more and more with him. To be close to him. But somehow the faking it side of all this doesn't even cross my mind. Perhaps because I don't feel like I'm faking anything. This feels too real to even contemplate that.

The song fades to an end and I'm disappointed a similar song doesn't follow. But that doesn't stop Hero from staying behind me. His hands still rest on my hips and belly, holding me in place and his head is still dipped, the warmth from his breath slowly fans over me just as it did before.

"Fancy a drink?" He asks and I nod yes. He turns me in his arms, takes both my hands and leads us both to the bar. My mind can't stop thinking about what we've just done. We're a fake couple and none of the others, real or fake have spent any time together really tonight. I could say the same for myself and Hero but me ushering him onto the dancefloor makes us the only ones, giving us an edge.

"Pornstar Martini?" He looks down at me, expectantly waiting for an answer as we arrive at the busy bar. It's packed but he manages to capture the attention of one of the waiters so he can order our drinks.

To say this is going well is a huge understatement. A big part of me was worried that this would have to be forced between us. That I'd have to think twice about doing anything and the way we interact together. But I don't, quite the opposite in fact. Everything is completely natural. More natural than I thought anything could be with anyone.

I don't want the night to end. I'm enjoying myself way too much. But I suppose it's not like we have to part ways when we leave like we would if we'd just met. We'll be going home together, back to the house and back to our bedroom. That makes everything fine.

Going back into the house, it's clear to see just how jolly everyone is from the copious amounts of alcohol we've downed. I'm well on my way, a few more cocktails and I wouldn't be remembering anything tomorrow morning. But thankfully, we're home now and the first thing I decide to get myself is some water. I can't abide waking up thirsty with a banging head after a night of drinking. I learned the hard way with Mia at university.

As the front door closes, Hero and I follow the crowd to the kitchen where everyone surrounds the island. I can feel the alcohol running through my veins. Tingling, creating the buzz I've felt since I finished my first drink.

"You want to sit down?" I shake my head no at Hero, allowing him to sit down instead. As he takes his seat, I push my way to stand in between his legs and he turns me around to face away from everyone else and directly at him. His eyes find mine instantly, and the smirk that's been on his lips since he danced with me before remains. Somehow they capture me and everything around us disappears. It dissolves into nothingness.