THE BET 🦋

II.

He was tall and handsome, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look straight through me. They were were framed by thick lashes, and they seemed to twinkle whenever he smiled. He had short, dark hair that was styled neatly and complemented his strong jawline.
He was impeccably dressed, wearing a crisp white shirt that was neatly tucked into his dark jeans. His white leather shoes were polished to a shine, and he was standing with a confident ease. He had an air of self-assurance that was both attractive and intriguing, and I found myself drawn to him almost immediately.
I don't even know how much time has passed. We just looked at each other and didn't say anything. He was standing there with his smirk and confident pose and I was sitting there with my mouth wide open and shock visible on my face. Bitna kicked my leg to help me recover.
"I..sure, you can sit here."
He moved the chair next to me and sat down, not taking his eyes off me. Bitna was the first to speak, because she saw that obviously nothing would come out of me.
"I haven't seen you here yet," she said. He turned his attention to her.
"I'm here for the first time. My friends said it's great here, so I talked myself into it."
"I know the person who owns it here. How do you like it here?"
"It's been good here so far. But I think it's going to be even better here now," the grin on his face spread again and he turned his head to me.
He nodded to the bartender to pour us another drink. Bitna threw it into her as if nothing had happened, but I swallowed it only with difficulty. I never drank alcohol and even now I still don't know what everyone sees in it. It's disgusting.
"You two come here often?" he asked.
"I do, but she doesn't," she pointed at me, "because she doesn't really like places like this."
"Yes? Then why are you then?"
Before I could stop Bitna she said "Ah dude broke up with her today so I wanted her to think about something else."
I gave her a nasty look. I really didn't need her to tell a stranger about my relationships. I mean... the relationship. I know that when she says the first thing that comes to mind, it's a sign that she's getting drunk.
"He must have been a real idiot to let someone so beautiful go," said the stranger.
I slowly turned to him. What did he just say? Someone so beautiful? I couldn't believe my ears. No one has ever called me beautiful, not even Hyeon-woo during our relationship.
"I think I need another glass for that," Bitna laughed.
"Me too, I guess," I surprised myself. "this was a new and strange situation for me, and I still didn't know exactly how to feel.
After drinking the Soju, I started to feel a warm feeling in my stomach. Is that good or bad?
"Don't you want to dance?" he asked and immediately stood up at the same time offering me his hand.
"I don't dance," I replied.
"Yes, she does, she's just kidding," Bitna said, laughing. She push me to him to go dancing. "Don't worry, I'll have fun here myself."
I timidly raised my eyes to him and at the same time I felt my cheeks burning. It was probably the heat associated with the alcohol that started to take effect. Or was it his look? What the hell is it with those eyes of his that I can't take my eyes off of them?
He took me to the center of the dance floor.
The music was loud, the bass thumping through the speakers as the lights pulsed to the beat. The dance floor was crowded with people, their bodies pressed tightly together as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Out eyes locked, and we seemed to forget about everyone else around us. It was just the two of us, lost in the moment, lost in the music. The heat between us was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. It was like we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered.
I shyly turned my back on him and cowardly considered running away, but I felt him walk up to me and press his chest against my back. He lowered his head to my ear and whispered: "I can't take my eyes off you. You're absolutely breathtaking."
He pulled me closer and slowly began to move. He guided me. And I let myself.
We started to move together in perfect synchronicity, our bodies swaying sensually to the music. My body was pressed up against his, and I could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt.
When the song ended, we pulled away from each other, our eyes still locked. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies flushed with the intensity of the moment. For a moment, we just stood there, catching our breath, lost in each other's gaze. And then, without a word, we moved closer together again, our bodies swaying to the next song, lost in the sensuality of the moment.

*****

As the dance floor began to empty out, he led me off the dance floor and towards the exit. I followed him willingly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as we walked outside. We walked into the alley just next to the bar.
The cool night air hit my face as we stepped outside, and I shivered slightly, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. He turned to me, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
"Want one?" he asked, holding the pack out to me.
I hesitated for a moment, because I don't smoke. Then I nodded my head, feeling a sudden desire to be close to him. He handed me a cigarette, and I watched as he lit it for me.
We stood there in silence for a moment, the smoke swirling around us in the chilly night air. I took a drag on my cigarette, feeling the warmth spread through my body. then i started coughing. I don't know what to do with a cigarette. Now I'm going to look like a jerk trying to impress him.
He just laughed. "I guess you don't smoke, do you?"
"No, I don't smoke," I nodded.
He took the cigarette from my hand and his, which he had almost finished smoking, and put it out. Then he licked his lips and put my cigarette to his mouth. I felt a strange hint of intimacy in that gesture.
"You're a really good dancer," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.
I smiled at him, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. "Thank you," I said. "You're not so bad yourself."
He put out the second cigarette and looked directly into my eyes.
"Do you want to kiss?"
My eyes opened wide, not knowing what to say. He was charming and I felt like I was losing control around him.
He took a step towards me while I took a step back. He took another step and I got stuck in the middle of mine because my back crashed into the wall.
He came closer to me and leaned his hand on the wall. I fully realized his height just in that moment. He was about a head taller than me.
I wanted to contradict him. I really wanted to, but no words came out of my mouth.
He leaned closer and whispered, "Do you want to see butterflies?" I think it was at this moment that I stopped thinking completely.
I looked into his eyes and saw the desire burning inside him. He moved closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Our lips met and we both sighed, feeling a wave of pleasure rush over us. The kiss was slow and sensual, each movement deliberate and intentional. We explored each other's mouths with our tongues, tasting and teasing, savoring the feeling of being so close.
We kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in the sensation of each other. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our bodies buzzing with electricity. He looked into my eyes again and grinned, knowing something that I didn't know then yet.
This intimate moment of ours was interrupted by someone noisy.
I turned my head to follow the sound and saw Bitna leaning against the wall nearby while some other girl tried to keep her on her feet. It was nothing new, she used to drink a lot. She probably followed the motto, "all or nothing".
I pushed the boy, still without a name, and ran to her.
"Bitna... Bitna are you okay?"
"Na...Nabihah, there you are..," she said with a smile while hiccuping at the same time.
"I think it's time to go home," I said.
I called a taxi for us, which was supposed to arrive in a few minutes. Bitna wouldn't be able to drive in such a condition and I didn't want to risk it.
I supported her and made my way to the car without even looking at the guy standing behind me, whose eyes I felt burning on my back.