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The Feeling

Your POV

The club's loud music blared in my ears. I could feel the bass hit in my bones. I could only see silhouettes of dancing bodies holding their drink of choice. The only source of light in the crowded room was the flashing colored strips on the ceiling and walls.

I put my hands in the air and swayed to the music, immediately feeling someone's fingers slip around my waist. I looked back and locked eyes with the man behind me.

Wow, he's hot.

I smiled and he smiled back, pushing his body closer to mine. I turned back around and kept dancing, his hands remaining on my waist.

After a little while longer, I felt him grab my hand. I spun around to see his face only inches from mine.

"Come with me," he whispered, slowly backing up to a table away from the dance floor.

I let him lead me to our seats. We sat down and didn't speak a word, our eyes were doing all the talking.

A moment later he raised his hand to the bartender. The bartender nodded and started preparing two drinks, bringing them over to us and nodding again to the man next to me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N." I said, smirking. The booze started to swirl my thoughts.

"Ah, Y/N. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he kissed my hand. "My name is Justin."

He pulled me closer to him.

"I think we're going to have a great night," he whispered again.

He took my hands and led me back to the dance floor.