Saving Windfall (MXM)

Chapter Seven: Get The Ring Ready

~Daxera's POV~

I quickly regain my composure, scolding myself for acting like a nervous teen when their crush comes by, and take the drink from Russell, telling him my own name.

"Dax Astraea."

Taking a sip of the drink, I sit it on the table and look at him again.

He is a little taller than I am and has the prettiest blue eyes I have ever had the pleasure to see. He looks strong; his arms literately are the same size as the holes they come out of.

Overall his shirt is tight, showing off his pecks and flat stomach. His legs fill up his pants, though I've yet to see his ass, so I can't remark on that.

Then I notice the pulling I feel from my heart pulling me towards him.

Fuck, I think I'm attracted to him, he's incredibly hot.

"Would you like to dance with me?" I ask bluntly, aware that I just sat down, though now I feel rejuvenated again.

Of course he does, I mean he brought me the same drink I had before, I think to myself.

Russell looks a little shocked about my bluntness, but finally responds holding his hand out to me.

"I would love to," he tells me, making my heart jump in my chest. I take Russell's hand, then he pulls me up as I look into his beautiful movie-star-blue eyes.

Those eyes.. so captivating, like I could dive into them and be happy and content forever...

"I think those drinks are getting to me," I lie to myself, knowing full well I'm not a lightweight as I break off my borderline creepy thoughts and rub my eyes.

Maybe I am lying to myself, maybe I am a little more drunk then I thought.

"Anyway, let's dance," I say as I pull him towards the area where all the sweaty, probably drunk, people are dancing.

Just as we get to the dancing area, the song ends and changes to a dubstep song. I let go of Russell's hand and start sexy dancing to it because that's pretty much all I know how to do for most songs. Eventually, I feel him get closer and start dancing with me. I look at him the entire time we dance, feeling like it's just us and some amazingly loud, bass-filled music.

We dance for about an hour and a half while consuming a total of three more alcoholic drinks and three waters at Russell's request before I start feeling winded.

Taking his hand in mine, I pull him closer to me.

"Want to get another drink then go outside for some fresh air?" I ask, looking into his shiny eyes.

"Sounds good to me," he answers, gesturing for me to take the lead.

Doing just that, I walk to the kitchen bar, order water, then Russell orders a drink with eight shots in it, making my eyes bug out of my head for a second, though I don't comment on it.

Soon we have our drinks and are walking out the door. The air, despite it being night, is a nice seventy-eight degrees, with a slight breeze blowing through the area. Walking over to the grass, I lay down on it, using my arm to keep me propped up and wait for Russ to either sit or lay.

Drinking half of my drink in a few gulps, I notice him sit down in front of me.

"Are you from here?" I ask breaking the comfy silence between us.