Nicholas Hoult entered the disco on a late Wednesday night, expecting to leave it while the night was still young. His friends had persuaded him into joining them for a drink and maybe some flirting with sexy women. Like he didn't have anything else to do. He was sure he would have found a football match to watch or two, like the ordinary men would do.
He frowned, looking at the young people surrounding him. Most of them seemed to be drunk. Sadly, even women were drunk. Ew , he thought. He was never the guy who drank too much. Moreover, drunk women disgusted him.
His eyes enchained to a beautiful young woman on the dance floor. She was swaying to the rhythm of the music, her hands up in the air. Enjoying herself, wasn't she? She looked slightly familiar to our hero. Why was that?
Maybe because that was Kristen Stewart - Nick's ex-girlfriend. He had broken up with her because of Jennifer Lawrence, but later, he had realized that Jennifer was never his true love. Kristen was.
Hey, man! Why don't you go to her and actually talk to her?! , he could hear his friends' voices in his mind. Why not? He had to grow up and to stop acting like a little baby, who needed his afternoon nap.
The problem was - would she want to talk to him?
He couldn't hear anymore the loud music, he couldn't see anything, but Kristen. She was so dazzling that night. So attractive, so desirable. Hadn't she always been? Her denim jacket perfectly fit with little flowered dress. The black tights she was wearing, were making her legs look even longer and slimmer. Overall, she looked innocent, yet beautiful at the same time.
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He couldn't feel how much time had passed. It seemed as he had stared at her for hours. He could watch her having fun and just being herself for hours, before anyone could stop him. If anyone actually dared to do that.
All of sudden, she stopped dancing. Her eyes locked in his. Green meeting blue. Fire meeting ice. She had noticed him.
He slowly approached her, like they were in some kind of a slow motion movie scene. As soon as he was close enough to her, he reached out to her face to tuck a streak of her hair behind her ear. It wasn't enough for him. He wanted to touch her once again. For the last time. So he traced her lip with his fingertip. How badly he wanted to kiss her lips, to feel that mint breath of hers! He wanted for one last time to feel her presence, before she could slap him and yell at him inappropriate words.
She didn't stop him. For her, it felt right. Instead, she grasped his wrist and took him outside, behind the disco, where she lunged him and kissed him hungrily. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back, nor to gently wrap his arms around her much smaller body. He adored how short Kristen was next to him. It made him feel dominant.
Neither of them wanted this moment to end. He wanted her to be his again. She wanted every next morning from now on him to wake her up with kisses and caresses. Like the good old times.
"I missed you, Kristen," his husky voice brushed against her ear.
"I missed you too," confessed she and snuggled in his embrace, as they listened to the vehicles passing them.
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