His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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— 5 —
Techno is pounding over the speakers lining the place, reverberating through the entire building so much, I can actually feel the bass pumping in my chest, like a second heartbeat. Smoke is dense in the air, bringing out the neon, laser lights that are dancing above my head. All around us are grinding bodies and intense make-out sessions, more than one of them accompanied by ecstasy and LSD.
"Makes me feel like I can fly, like I cannot ever die, Music is my only drug~" Nikki sings, moving her hips as her voice cracks on the last note.
I laugh and return the motion, mimicking her rhythm as the bass picks up and people crowd around us.
TJ, who's fishnet top is now ripped and revealing the black light paint plastered on his body, is grinding on some girl near us, his 32-inch jeans rubbing against our furry, neon-colored leg warmers.
"So let the bass kick," he mouths as the voice over the speakers does.
We laugh, picking up our pace. Leon comes over, and Nikki moves away from me to grind her back on him. He smirks a little and returns the favor, putting his hands on her bare stomach. The violin mixed in with bass helps to make the dance go with the music, but as soon as it's gone, she flicks her hair, getting a mouth-full in his face. Snickering, he tries to grab her, but she's too quick for him, running into a crowd of people before he can. I laugh as he chases after her.
Suddenly, someone moves up against me, hand going to my waist. I whirl around to Calvin smirking. His hair is slicked back, but his outfit is the same as earlier today: dark jeans and a white tee.
I raise an eyebrow, amused that he's not dancing with some high chick, but he grabs my wrist, pulling me against his hard chest. I hiss at the sudden pressure on my sore forearm, and he chuckles lightly, unaware. Before I can react, he presses his body into mine, hands roaming my ass.
"Calvin," I growl, "Watch it. High or not, I'll knee you in the groin if you don't start using the right head."
"Relax," he breathes in my ear. I'm sure to everyone around us, it looks like he's kissing my ear. "Some guy's been staring at you for the last hour."
As if to prove his point, he turns me around, pressing my back against his chest, as Nikki and Leon had done a few minutes ago, and moves a little to the right. My eyes almost immediately lock on a man who looks like he's in his late twenties, dark eyes scanning everything but my face.
"And that matters because...?"
His face drops to the crook of my neck. "Isn't that obvious?" he murmurs. "I'm making sure he knows not to mess with you."
"Thought that was Nikki's job?" I ask, going along with the rhythm he's making up.
"It would be more convincing if you were grinding with a girl," he says thoughtfully, "and hot." He just has to tack that on at the end. "But I'm not sure that guy's thinking about asking you on a date, Cupcake, so I don't think it matters whether you're into girls or not."
