A Match Made in Hell

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3 months later, on the 31st of December

I almost jump when a pair of cold hands sneakily wrap around my waist, slipping under my shirt.

"What is wrong with you?" I laugh, barely hearing myself over the loud crowd of people and the music. I spin my head back to the side to glance over my shoulder, Nick stands there with his lips attached to my neck.

"I thought you liked being surprised." He frowns jokingly, attacking my shoulder with sloppy kisses, not giving me a second to talk.

"Yeah, not when you almost scared the life out of me, though." I giggle, placing a hand on the side of his face and pulling him closer to me so I can kiss him, though I can only reach his cheeks.

"you having fun, baby?" He changes the subject, his hands going up and down my torso. I think he had a few too many shots.

"Yeah, yeah, I am." I nod my head. "You certainly look like you're having fun, had one too many shots?" I remove his hands from my waist, turning around so I'm facing him this time.

"Maybe." He giggles, biting down on his bottom lip as he pulls me closer, his body calming me down in this chaotic atmosphere. It's all calm when he's around.

"You look beautiful tonight, baby." He whispers in my ear, somehow I heard it over the noise. "My gorgeous baby, you're looking so good, aren't you?"

"You don't look too bad yourself." I intertwine my fingers with his, my other hand going from behind his neck up to his hair, gently toying around with it.

"Not too bad? Really?"

"It's called a joke, asshole. You look good and you know it, you just want me to hear you say it." I roll my eyes, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He aggressively grabs my chin which shocks me, and forces me to look into his eyes. "Just good? Seriously, babe?"

"You look sexy, you jackass." I roll my eyes again, shaking my head. "You just wanted to hear me admit that you're sexy. I mean, you are sexy and you look extremely sexy all the time but especially right now and I would love to just h—"

"Please don't finish that." He giggles in nervousness.

"What, you want me to admit you look sexy but I can't admit that I want to have sex with you?" I blink rapidly. "I'm telling the truth, I would seriously love to."

"Not here, love. Not infront of all these people." He rubs his thumb on my palm, slowly swaying his hips with me, copying my exact moves. "Give it a few hours. When we get home, I promise you."

"Mhm, I think I can wait a little bit." I lay my head on his chest, snaking my arms around his waist. "You want another drink?"

"I can't drive us back to your apartment tonight if I drink, baby." He twirled my hair around his fingers, massaging my scalp. Everything was quiet when I was with him, he was the only person I could hear because he was the only one I was paying attention to. I didn't care about anybody else.

"You're already drunk, love." I chuckle against his chest. "We'll stay here tonight, you want another drink?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?" He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as he slowly lead us to the small bar in the corner.

"You here for drinks?" Christian turns around slowly, smiling at us with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He's definitely been drinking. A lot.

"How much did you drink?" I ask him, eyeing him up and down.

"You count your shots and glasses?" He eyes me back, rolling his eyes and taking another big sip of his whiskey.

Nick turns to me, chuckles and wraps his arm around me but I smack him and push him away. He was always up to humiliate me.