Nightcall - Billie Eilish

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Luca kept talking to me, and I tried my best to respond, but honestly, Billie had completely taken over my thoughts. No matter how much I tried to drown out this mix of feelings with my drink, it wasn't working. If anything, it just made the heat she'd deliberately ignited burn even hotter in my body.

I turned slightly, trying to see if she had gone far, but as I pivoted, my eyes met hers. fuck. Among all these blurred figures and the dim lights, her blue eyes were impossible to miss. I tried to look away, not to get sucked in, but she gave me a small smile before calmly resuming her conversation, like nothing had happened.

I had to focus on something else, anything else, and right now, the only option was Luca, who had finally noticed that my mind was somewhere else. He looked at me, a bit lost, before asking softly,

"Dina, are you sure you're okay? Do you need water or something?"

He was so sweet.

"No, I'm fine, I just got... a little distracted."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

This time, I smiled more genuinely, gently placing my hand on his arm.

"You're really sweet, but I promise, it's nothing important, just something dumb that'll pass."

I didn't believe a word I was saying. That dumb thing wasn't going to go away so easily.

Luca's eyes dropped to my hand on his arm, and he gave a small smile, like he appreciated the touch.

"If you say so..."

Since the start of this fucking night, Billie had completely taken over my head, and I hated the feeling. Normally, I'm the one in control, the one who knows I'm attractive and plays with it. But with her, it was different. Way too different. And it was driving me insane.

Sorry, Billie, but it's not gonna be that easy.

I forced myself to focus on Luca. He was right there, in front of me, and for a second, I wondered if I was about to make a mistake I'd regret later.

Billie or Luca?

Suddenly, he placed his hand gently over mine, still resting on his arm, and then slid his fingers to my cheek. He leaned in slowly, his eyes locked on mine, before his lips met mine.

I closed my eyes, kissing him back. His lips were soft, incredibly soft, and the kiss... it was intense, much more than the first.

And yet, in the middle of it all, I was thinking about her.

I opened my eyes abruptly and pulled away, my breath shaky.

God, why am I still thinking about her?

Luca looked at me, a little panicked.

"Shit, sorry, did I do something wrong?"

He looked genuinely upset, and that just made me feel even guiltier. I got up, unable to stay still.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just that..."

My heart was racing. I searched for the words, but nothing came.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom. Be right back."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and bumped into some guy, spilling his drink by accident.

"Watch where you're going dumb bitch!"

Great. Just what I needed. No time for this crap. I ignored him and walked quickly to a room I knew well ...Skeet's bedroom.

I pushed the door to the one place where I knew I could find some calm, praying it was empty.

Lucky me, it was.