one night. (a vince dunn fanfiction)

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cleo

"What?" was the first thing that slipped out of my mouth.

Do what again?

He flashed me a suggestive smirk. "You know?" he laughed quietly. He took a sip of his vodka, almost taking it in one shot but leaving a few more in his glass.

I blinked. "Uh... no?"

He chortled. "I'm just kidding." He propped his elbows on the bar counter, swigging off another drink of his liquor.

I could feel my cheeks burning, the events of that night flashed into my mind like lights that were blinding enough to make my head go into haywire.

I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. I knew what he's talking about but part of me thought it's better to act clueless.

It's really hard having attachment issues. If I'd do it again with him, I might fall with no one else to catch me. Not him. He looks like the kind of guy who wouldn't and isn't there for the long term.

I am. I don't usually do one night stands, but seeing him for the first time, he has that magnetic field that was so hard to resist, so hard to pull away from.

His green eyes bore back into my face. "How's life treating you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my body shuddering just by hearing his voice.

Damn, that was just one night.

"Great, I got a promotion..." I murmured, finishing off my water before asking for another glass.

He raised his brows. "Oh wow, congratulations."

I smiled halfheartedly. "Thank you..."

Silence occupied the space between us again.

"Wanna dance?" he whispered, placing down his empty glass on the counter, leaning towards me.

I bit my lower lip, contemplating before nodding.

Hope this doesn't end up a disaster.

I slid out of the stool and he followed suit. I could feel his figure looming behind my back, it made my body want to slip and fall against him but I tried to stop myself.

I passed through the crowd of drunk people, dancing, and drinking alcohol like it's water while doing it.

It was getting hot as I caved into the crowds.

Sweat trickled down on my forehead but I ignored it.

I squirmed, a few elbows pushing onto my small frame.

After a few minutes of trying to get into the nicest spot on the dance floor, I was finally able to breathe.

The loud music boomed across the club, the lights almost blinded me.

I jumped and danced through the rhythm, the man behind me did it too.

I felt comfortable enough with his presence that I started grinding my ass on his crotch.

I don't know where I got the courage without any liquor but there I was. I reached behind me, wrapping my arms on his neck. His breath brushed on my hair.

It was already warm around me with bodies after bodies dancing to the loud music but his breath made me shiver.

I felt his hands rest onto my hips.

"Want to get out of here?" he whispered to my ear.

My senses heightened. I was suddenly hyper aware of his hands on me, his breath touching my skin, his body against mine.