Lover

xii - This Moment

The music in the club is so loud that it rattles against my bones. Maribel and I are dancing crazily against each other having the time of our lives. I can feel the sweat slowly dripping down my ribcage and down the inside of my right thigh. Things are starting to heat up...literally.

" I'm going to go get a drink." I say to Maribel as I peel away and head to the bar. As I leave, a man and a woman approach her, sandwiching her in between their hot, soaked bodies. Then, they start dancing madly on each other.

I make it to the counter and take a seat. "What will it be, angelface?" the bartender asks me with a kind smile while wiping the inside of a glass mug dry. I find it really annoying when guys I don't know use endearment terms addressing me. But, this guy wasn't giving me creep vibes. He'll get a pass.

"I'll take one glass of liquid cocaine. And... about two rounds of Patron." I request, trying to sound cool and confident. The bartender looks at me with a face of dismay and concern before saying: "You got it!"

"Tab's on me." a deep voice calls out from behind me. The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I was going to turn around and see who this generous man was. Guess I didn't need to because he sat on an empty stool right next to me. I nearly fell off mine when I saw him. Goddang, that man was freaking fine! It's like the gods of sexy sent one of their angels to me and I was ready to worship at his feet if he asked me to.

"Can I get a glass of ice cold water?" I ask the bartender as I feel my neck and face heating up. This thirst...was on another level.

He had locks of gold, a trimmed physique, a deep-voice, and eyes as blue as the ocean piercing through my soul. He was so gorgeous it actually hurt...and I wanted him to myself.

"Hey, thanks for paying for my drinks. I'm Jaen." I say to break the ice.

"Jaen...that's a nice name. The name's Skyler. You're a pretty petite girl. I assume you can hold your alcohol pretty well, eh?" He says in a curious tone as he throws back a shot.

"I don't know, maybe. I guess we'll see, right?" I flirt, leaning in closer to him.

"I can take a hint." he says with a smirk. "Wanna go dance?"

Instead of answering, I chug all the drinks. Then, I grab him by the hand and lead him to the dancefloor. I turn around and put my back against his chest, press my temple against his cheekbone and chin, then I wrap my arms around his neck lightly. He was so in tune with me in that moment, his hands naturally gravitate towards my waist and he gently grips me. Our bodies are locked tight together as we sway, staying in sync with the techno-beats of the music. I breathe in lightly to take in the scent of his musky cologne, wishing it was all over me.

With the flip of a switch, I turn around, put my lips on his, and kiss him! I've had way too many drinks and I'm acting reckless. Once I realize what I had done, I quickly recoil in humiliation.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I say with shame.

"No, it's cool. It was nice..." he says, reassuringly.

He gives me a serious look for about five seconds. And just like that, he pulls me in and kisses me back. Sweat, heartbeats, and a twisted love shape who we are in this moment...