Moonstruck

28 | stolen glances

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RIVER

Get a taste and become addicted.

I once read that somewhere and now I can't think of a better way to describe the situation I've found myself in. After all, what did I expect?

That I was going to take a bite of the most liked flavour and hate it? Find it simply average? I wasn't that lucky.

But with addiction comes obsession. Now, every time I find myself in the same room as Nash Kingston, everything else seems to dissipate into thin particles in the air.

Each five seconds my gaze snaps back to him, in all black clothes, the T-shirt's short sleeves too tight they make his biceps pop off. Perhaps a universe coincidence for us to be matching.

I lick my lips, knowing i wish I was licking something else instead. He's a walking sin, all the damn time. Like an actor whose whole filmography is watched by many just for him, no matter how bad the movie is.

My skin is already hot. The secrecy of it all, the tension floating in the air even with miles of distance, blood rushing through my veins as I bite my lip. Anticipation. The constant question of will we won't we?

"You're staring." Dex appears at my side, whispering.

"So are you." I note, catching his fixated gaze on my best friend and the guy by her side.

With a ghost of a knowing smirk playing at his lips, Dex passes me a beer. We bump the glass tips in quiet cheers, a silent understanding floating between the two of us.

"Riv, get your ass in here!" my neck snaps to Riley, who calls me to follow her into the massive crowd of people.

I chuckle, "Give me a second!"

Finishing my drink, I shift my gaze to Sabrina, mouthing a quiet 'sorry' to Mason as I steal her from him. I wrap an arm around my best friend, who shakes her hand knowing what I'm doing all too well.

We make it to the center of the room, the lights bathing our skins. 'Buttons' by The Pussycats Dolls begins to play in the background, the crowd coming alive.

My body gains life of its own, moving along the beat as I take Sabrina's hands and force her to loosen up as well. She hesitates at first but as soon as I feel her relax, a smile erupts from her lips.

I turn around, our backs bumping against each other, my hair flipping in the air. We sway our hips in different paces, bodies rubbing against each other.

My hands slides down my chest, traveling down my heated skin, attracting the attention burning gazes I do my best to ignore.

A good inch of my tanned stomach shows as my tank top lifts, the thin material brushing against the metal on my free breasts. A bra just felt like it'd be too uncomfortable tonight.

My blonde hair cascades down my back, the ends slightly grazing the top of my mini skirt. An item that barely covers my ass as I roll my hips, enhancing my exposed legs.

Catching sight of the brunette, I pull Riley closer so she can join us. The three of us dancing like there's no tomorrow.

A slutty dance with a hot stranger is always a fun experience, but being with my girls is always ten times better. Besides, the 'you can look but no touch' seems to drive these horny people even more insane.