Only, Always, and Forever You

14 - Letting Loose

Amara's POV:

We pull up in front of Luke's house, and I already feel claustrophobic; we haven't even left the car yet.

Ella drags me out of her Jeep and up to the front door, and we enter the booming, crowded house.

Upon entering, I'm immediately met with a loud, sweaty throng of people, all of which are drinking, dancing, or making out. I try to steer clear of the pairs of kids grinding on each other or sucking face— but they're everywhere.

Ella leads me to what I think is the kitchen, but I can't be sure because there is too many people.

She brought me over to a mountain of alcohol: beer, vodka, everything. She grabs a bottle of Tito's and pours herself a shot and then pours a second shot for me.

"Here's to letting loose," she yells over the crowd, holding her shot glass up in the air.

"Cheers," I yell back, clinking my glass with hers.

We both throw the glasses back and I'm immediately met with a burning sensation down my throat. It tastes horrible, but even the thrill of just taking it already has my blood pumping.

Ella laughs at the face I make before she pours seconds. Before I know it, two shots turns into three, then four, and eventually I can't even keep track.

I've never drank before, so my tolerance is on the ground. It also doesn't help that I'm a smaller person, so my body reacts faster. So after a little bit, I'm feeling more bold and confident.

I somehow end up dancing in the crowd of people, and I know that sober me would never even come within 10 feet of this. I'm just doing what I told Ella and myself that I would: I'm letting loose. And I'm enjoying myself.

While dancing, I feel a body come up behind me and start to brush my back. I look back and there's a guy with a smirk grinding his front against me. Normally, I would be totally embarrassed and disgusted, but the alcohol makes me want to stay and enjoy it.

I look at his face and from what my drunk eyes are telling me he's not the cutest guy, but I'm not facing him so who cares.

I start to sway my hips to the music, and I know I must be doing something to him because his hands slowly creep to my hips.

I bring my hands up over my head and behind me so that I can hold onto his neck. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, not caring that my hair is probably a mess right now.

The guy suddenly turns me around and pulls me into his chest. He's only a few inches taller than me, but I'm too drunk to care about looks right now. He tightens his grip on my hips and leans his face down into the crook of my neck.

He starts to aggressively and sloppily kiss my neck, and I get uncomfortable and try to push myself away. My drunk body is not strong enough against his hold, and just as I'm about to give up trying to push him off a fist connects with his face and the crowd around us gasps.

I'm too drunk to respond rationally, so I can't help but let out a giggle, seeing the guy who was just dancing with me now curled up on the floor.

A rough hand grabs my arm tightly, and before I can protest I'm being dragged out of the room and upstairs.

After a struggle of walking up the stairs and down a hallway drunk and in heels, I'm thrown onto a bed in a random room I don't recognize.

Only now do I get a good look at who dragged me here...

Cole's POV:

When I saw Kyle grinding on Amara at the party, I had to hold myself back from killing him right then and there. She was wearing that tight, little red dress with her cupid bow and wings, and I wanted nothing more than to be the only one who got to see her like that. The only one who got to touch her like he was. She knows what she's doing to me wearing something so sexy, especially in my favorite color...

I kept reminding myself that she isn't tied to me, and we aren't in a relationship, so I can't be jealous like this. I can't be mad she's finding other people like I told her to.

I have also been avoiding her so that she can go out and live her life, meeting people and doing things she wants to.

But not with someone like Kyle fucking Weston.

I lost it when I saw him move down to her neck and not let her go, even when she tried to push him off.

I don't care if everyone saw me punch him square in the jaw; it wouldn't be the first time I hit someone in public. I'm not the best at controlling my temper.

Point is: Kyle got what was coming to him. That wasn't the first time he's tried to force himself on a girl, so it was karma, really.

Now, we're upstairs in some random guest room, and Amara is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with those soft honey eyes.

"That was quite the show you gave him," I tease Amara, not expecting any legitimate response given her current state.

To be honest, I have been keeping an eye on her all night, and I watched her take at least 8 shots. With her tolerance level and size, she was probably already wasted after shot 3.

"I was letting loose," she says with a drunken smile, still as beautiful as ever.

"Well, I'm glad, but you shouldn't be 'letting loose' with Kyle Weston," I practically scold her.

"Boo!" She yells at me with a pout, "You ruined my fun!"

"You're cute when you're trying to be mean."

I'm only so honest because I know she won't remember any of this tomorrow.

Her pout disappears and turns into a playful smirk, "Did you just call me cute?"

"No, you're just drunk," I lie.

"Yes, I am," she slurs, "Now I'm going dancing again, just like I was before you so rudely interrupted, you buzzkill."

I let out a light chuckle as she pouts again and tries to stand up, wobbling a little bit. I see her lose her balance and rush over to catch her before she falls. She holds onto my biceps to try and steady herself. She struggles, but can't manage to stand up again, so instead, I sweep her up and hold her in my arms, bridal style.

"I think you mean dry hump, not dance, princess," I chuckle again.

"Same thing, whatever," Amara sighs and blows raspberries. I never thought someone would be so cute when drunk.

I carry her down the stairs and out of the house. We get to my car and I gently rest her in the passenger seat.

I try to buckle her seat belt for her, but as i'm reaching over her waist to try and buckle it I hear her giggle.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"You smell good," she sighs, making me grin.

"It's going to be so entertaining to tease you about all of this tomorrow morning," I say, a grin still plastered on my face.

We're so close and I can't help but be tempted by the pink lipgloss on her lips. I want to kiss her so bad, but I won't put her in that position when she's like this. That'd be sick.

I pull away from her and walk around the car to get in the drivers side. I didn't drink tonight since I was too distracted watching her the whole time, so I'm good to drive.

I text both Luke and Ella that I'm taking Amara home, but I'm sure if I told one of them the other would find out too. I know what's been going on with them lately, even though they think they're great at hiding it.

I'm glad to get away from the party anyway; this has never been my scene. Parties are too chaotic for me, so I'm more than happy to be getting out of there.

More than that, I want to make sure Amara is safe.