Texan Badass Holidays (Opposite Attractions Series Book 1.5)

Chapter 3

"There's this club we should go to. I heard it's really... Cool." Mark yelled from the bedroom.
I rinsed my hair and then proceeded to wash my body. The shampoo smelled of lavender -one of my favorite scents.

"Okay. We'll see." I yelled back at him.

I finished after five minutes that seemed like centuries. I dried my whole body with a pink towel and then I wore my pajamas, which consisted of a white tight tank top and a pair of black shorts. I got out the bathroom and saw Mark sprawled on the bed. I toweled my hair watching him silently. He was wearing a pair of basketball sports and a black T-shirt. He looked sexy without even trying.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked me grinning.

"Sorry." I whispered blushing.

"Come here." He said and patted the spot next to him. I sat down and tossed the towel to the chair, standing a couple of feet away from the bed.

He grabbed me by my waist and plopped me down to his chest. I let out a yelp of both shock and excitement making him laugh.
"I don't wanna go anywhere but it would be a shame not to explore the place." He admitted and traced his hands down my back.

"Me neither. I just wanna lay down with you and relax." I said and sighed. "The past few months were really stressful and I just need a break."

"Yeah. Do you still want to head out?" He asked me.

"Sure. Let's do this." I said patting his knee and getting up.

I chose a pair of black high-waisted shorts and a purple crop top with black high heels and a few accessories to go with.

"Hey do you know-" he stopped mid-sentence. "Wow." He whispered making me blush.

"Thanks. You look nice yourself." I said looking him up and down.

He was wearing jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt. He looked handsome and sweetly cute.

"Shall we?" I breathed while his eyes travelled to every part of my body making me a bit uncomfortable.

"Yes." He said taking my hand and heading out.

The club was indeed something special. Centered in the outskirts of Texas, 'P.M.' standing for Past Midnight as I later learned was massive. It was lighted in blue neon light bulbs here and there. The barman was a guy at his mid twenties, tall and muscular with dyed blonde hair and piercing brown eyes. Saying that his skills were impressive was an obvious understatement. He was fucking awesome making these drinks in just seconds.
Mark and I were sipping our cocktails sitting down on a booth. The club had an extreme amount of people, probably around five hundred or even more, who were either dancing or drinking or even both.

"Wanna dance?" I asked Mark loudly.

He nodded finishing his drink in one big gulp and taking my hand making the way to the dancefloor.
The music was too loud for my liking but I didn't mind in that moment. I started dancing slightly swaying my hips and throwing my hands up in the air. Mark grabbed my waist and our chests collided with each other. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Once I heard the unmistakable voice of Florence Welch singing 'Spectrum' -one of my favorite songs- I started grinding on Mark, while singing or better yelling the lyrics. I could hear his voice singing the lyrics along with me and smiled. I could also feel his little friend on the low of my back but I tried to forget about it and pretend it never happened.
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It was apparently past midnight now and Mark suggested we should go home. I couldn't agree more, for my feet were hurting and I was completely tired.
We got inside the car and he drove us to the house in silence. It was really tough for me not to sleep in the car seat, but I just couldn't because of the unconformity. When we finally got to the house, I was too tipsy and clumsy thanks to all the alcohol I consumed. Oh wait I shouldn't have said that, because it's illegal for me to drink right?
Mark carried me inside the house bridal style and up the stairs to the bedroom. He put me down on the bed and then took off my shoes and socks. I disposed off my cardigan and my shirt came off next. I wasn't even embarrassed that Mark stood there gaping at me.

I wore a black tank top and then proceeded to take off my shorts and put on some other shorts.

"For God's sake Lauren! You're killing me!" Mark groaned behind me. I turned around completely oblivious about his anger. When I looked at his eyes I saw something I'd never came across before.

Lust and desire.
I've never fully thought about this before. But when it came up to my mind, I pushed the thought away. I guess, because Mark never hinted anything about it.

"So-Sorry" I stuttered a blush taking over my cheeks.

"No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He mumbled.

"Do you um-" I paused thinking about the words I wanted to use. "Do you think of me in that way?" Once the words fell out of my mouth I instantly regretted them and my bluntness was too stupid.

"Lauren." He said and made me look at him. "Do you want an honest answer?" He asked and I immediately nodded. "Of course I do. You're so fucking gorgeous and I want to do this with you. But I'll wait for you, whenever you're ready. I know I'm an eighteen year old guy with needs but I have a pretty damn good self control." He said. I sighed and smiled at him.

"Good to know, baby." I said in a playful tone. "Goodnight."

"Sleep tight." And with that I slept tight.