One Night Stand

Lets Forget

Sierra POV

The music was loud and thumped against my ear drums. I stood in a corner of the room, alone. I had just dumped my boyfriend, Blake, because I caught him cheating on me. Worse part? On my bed. I literally burned the sheets.

I looked back down at the last picture of Blake and I. Frowning as my phone was snatched from my hands I looked up at Alex. "Hey! Give that back!" I reached for my phone but he jerked away. He tapped in something before handing it back. The photo had been deleted.

"Hey! What was that for?" I whined.

He rolled his eyes and said; "Tonight is a night to forget, alright? No more moping around over some shitty guy."

"That 'shitty' guy was your best friend." I pointed out as we walked to the bar. Laser lights spun around the foggy room. Couples were grinding each other, girls were basically stripping and some people were even on the floor about to do the deed.

"No he wasn't. You were- are my best friend, Sierra. Now, drink up." He passed me a shot. I swallowed it. The drinks kept coming and before I knew it I was drunk. I had been drunk before- but this was a new level. I swore I saw Unicorns and fucking pixies.

'Do it again' by Pia Mia started to play. I gasped and gripped Alexs' arm. "Come dance with me!" I slurred. He was clearly as drunk as I was.

We stumbled to the dance floor where I proceeded to dance. I dipped low, spun around and swung my hips, raising my hair. He gripped at my hips and started dancing with me. It didn't feel like we were friends- it was different. The air was lustful and hot, my head spun with the music.

I turned to Alex and looked at him. Actually looked at him like we were more than friends. His brown Hazel hair fell in his his eyes at the ends. His green eyes were clouded but vivid. His jaw was clenched, lips parched yet looked softer than anything I had ever seen. He hands tightened as he pulled me closer to him.

His arms were muscular; I knew he worked out but man, he was ripped. His tall frame towered mine, even if I wore heals.

We were inches apart now. I could smell his mint and alcohol breath. Some small part of me said no to what I wanted, the other parts wanted me to satisfy those desires. So I closed the space and kissed him.

Instantly he responded; it was almost like he had been waiting for this. I pressed my self against him. Alex bit my bottom lip. A soft moan escaped me, a blush graced my cheeks.

I don't remember much after that. I know we hauled a cab to his apartment. I remember being up against a wall, and then on a soft bed.

And Alex.