A Secret Temptation

One- The Enchantress & The Charmer

The music reverberated throughout the spacious house. I had no clue where was inside this house, but it was much quieter inside, aside from the large amount of people trying to talk over one another. Kayla had been dragged away by a guy named Sean or Sam. I can't remember. I decided after finishing my drink that I'd take a walk around the vicinity. I was out in the country at another douchebags house, at another party. A girl with vibrant red hair ran up to me, grabbing me by the hand and outside to where a massive crowd of swaying bodies formed in the back yard. The sound of the music intensifying. I paid no attention to what she was rambling on about, but I got the hint that she wanted me to dance.

Smiling and letting my intoxication take over my rational thinking, I swayed to the beat. Closing my eyes I let my head fall back, ignoring my wild hair and the way it brushed against my back. Rolling my hips from side to side and laughing along with whatever the girl in front of me was saying. We were amidst the sea of bodies swaying and grinding to the harsh beat of the song. The frostiness from the night time air caused the sweat on my neck and arms chill instantly. I was smiling at the sensations and enjoying myself along with everyone else when my reverie was broken. The small redhead in front of me imploring me for my attention. She gestured behind me, urging me to look at what ever it was that got her so riled up.

Squinting, my eyes landed on another pair, they were a vibrant green. My brows furrowed in concentration for a second, but I didn't know him. Surprise consumed me as I assessed his features. My mouth fell open slightly unbeknownst to me. He sat in a yellow foldable lawn chair, his elbow resting against the knee of his ripped black jeans. His fingers toyed with his bottom lip, pinching it between his fingers. His eyes bore into me, concentrated on the movement of my body that still swayed to its own accord despite my surprise. His eyes snapped from my hips to my face, causing a chill running through my body. His thumb had pressed against his lips when they broke into a mischievous smirk. He had been leaning forward on his knees, now shifting and taking his elbow off the armrest then leaning back in his chair.

I continued to move along with the music, our eyes glued to one another for a second more with a burning intensity I could not decipher. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes again, trailing my hands up my body and into my hair while letting my head fall back. His stare set my body on fire. My inhibitions long gone due to the alcohol, I made it a point to dance as sensually as I could to the harshness of the beat in order to keep his attention. My movements came to an abrupt halt when the redhead next to me tugged me out of the crowd by my wrist. My eyes flying open, searching for the captivating stranger once more while stumbling alongside the girl. He was nowhere to be seen. Once back inside and in the kitchen little red went instantly into fixing me a mixed drink. Taking the cup from her I promised I'd stay put while she ran off to the bathroom.

Leaning against the counter, my hand gripped the edge for stability while the other brought the drink to my mouth. It was sweet, like a watermelon jolly rancher, but semi-tart. Lowering the cup again, I squinted at it, it tasted too much like juice. I couldn't get too deep into that thought because a dark figure moved in front of me. Looking up and over the rim of my cup a tall guy stood in front of me. I tilted my head in confusion when he started talking to me. I was too intoxicated to form a coherent conversation, let alone listen to one. He stepped closer, but this was not the stranger from earlier. The guy in front of me, his name is Ethan. He's the waterboy for the football team. He pressed his lips to mine abruptly, pawing at my body in an uncomfortable way. Struggling in his grip, I pushed at his chest and tried to pry his hands off me. Jerking my head to the side and towards the outside of the kitchen I shouted at him to stop. His hands ripped at my shirt, and I wasn't wearing a bra with this shirt. I gasped him shock at his roughness and tried harder to push him off, my screams mixed with the thumping music and the loud voices.