Make Me Forget✔

T W O

Song of the chapter: This Is What You Came For- Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna.

Anastasia's POV_

Ever since I was a child, dance interested me.

I used to watch dancing shows, competitions, take classes, attend meet ups, have battles... nonstop.

My mum never gave up on me, and I think, without her constant support over my childhood dream, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am right now.

Because, children become teenagers, teenagers become adults, and dreams change with time.

I've aspired to become a role model... someone everyone looks up to in the dancing category, and I'm curving my way up stronger than ever.

Dancing is the kind of art that makes you feel what you're truly made up of, it helps you break out of your body zone, and if your heart holds a deep passion for it, you'll see how a soul dances to the lyrics, not the mortal body.

Dancers are artists, their bodies are attracted to music the same way metals are attracted to magnets.

It comes naturally... and it grows with times.

Even on weekends, when I don't have a class to teach, I run to the club, where music is the only thing I can hear, so that I can get lost through the unorganized crowds and unplanned choreographies, and create my own pleasure with my own body.

It brings me joy- the fact that I can forget everything... even if it was for a night, and just chase my desires freely, without boundaries or obstacles ahead- therefore, the club is my destination every weekend.

You can call it cliché, but it's a thrill of mine, so I'll embrace it.

But the sad thing is, I never actually find a good dancing partner.

Maybe it's because such a night consists of drinks more than it is about dancing, or maybe because the guys I take as partners think that the girl has to make all the effort when it comes to partnership. Either way, I would usually pick dancing on my own most of the time.

Until tonight...

Regardless of the dance moves, this man made sure our bodies are in sync with one another, making this moment the most fun I've ever had without taking my clothes off.

But don't be fooled by my words, it wasn't nearly as easy as you think it was to get him to actually dance along with me.

But it was worth it.

For someone as angry and drunk as he is, he sure knows how to move with a girl.

I reached for his two hands, grabbing them gently with a smile on my lips, pressing them over my body, attempting to start off with some random moves to hype him up, but the way his eyes looked down at my smile, seeming annoyed by my action kinda worried me, but I still insisted he gives it a try.

"I'm not in the mood." He told me, trying to release my waist out of his arms.

"Try me." I held on him tighter. "I'm a good dancer." I stated facts.

Not trying to brag or anything, but I'm a dance teacher, so I know a thing or two about the topic.

I moved my shoulders in a rhythmic manner teasingly, moving carelessly to the beat, swaying from one side to another freely, stealing a smile out of him... a smirk actually, his eyes assuring me that he accepted my challenge.

I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely, letting my moves take over me, and he moved along, bitting on his tongue with a smile as he watched his moves and mine working together perfectly, making me smile in satisfaction.

Step in, step out, twirl around... I found myself wrapped in his right arm, my back against his intensively beating heart, his cheek against my jawline as we lurched slowly, my hand toping his hand, helping him move against me tightly, his hand running over my body, before he grabbed my waist, and turned me back around so that I crash against his front.

My breathing was so loud, but so was his, and we both looked at each other intimately... silently, his blue eyes regaining their spark, before we both cracked up into laughter because of how fast both of our lungs were functioning.

Before I had the time to shame away from the thought, I took him by the hand, running to the nearest unoccupied bathroom, pushing him inside, before locking the door behind me.

I needed a safe, deserted place so we could be alone together, because I don't want to cause him any trouble if we get filmed or anything.

This better be good...

"Let's have some fun for tonight, yeah?" A light smirk took over his lips after I said that, and he didn't waste any time, he knew my intentions too well. 

I didn't get the chance to act, before his hands had a hold on my waist, bashing me against the locked door, diving his lips into mine firmly, our lips rushing against each other as the taste of every alcoholic beverage mixed inside both of our mouths when his tongue split my sealed lips to invade my mouth, his hand grabbing the front side of my neck, right under my chin, his other hand wrapped around my lower back, as we kept switching sides with our lips moving fastly and strongly.

The longer our kiss lasted, the deeper he went, to the point where I didn't even care if I lose my breath or not.

I wanted more, and he didn't stop himself from giving me exactly what I came for.

My hands roamed his chest, then reached up his neck to support the kiss with the intense closeness it needs.

His hands then removed my hands away from him, pinning them to the door so that I won't touch him anymore, his lips switching to my neck where he left the harshest kisses, forcing a moan out of my mouth... that came out louder than I wanted it to be.

"Shh." He whispered next to my ear, asking me to keep my silence, giving me no other choice but to bite my lips to keep myself shut.

With the wonderful sense of his hot breath against my neck, I escaped his grab, holding his face to glue it back to my lips, leaving him to suck my bottom lip lightly, and before I knew it, my thighs were wrapped around his waist, my fingers passing through his hair to mess it up good, his lips still lighting up my body with a feeling I've never felt before.

He stumbled back with me up in his arms, ending up on the toilet seat behind him, while I straddled his lap.

His hands let my legs go, wrapping around me to pull me closer, where his body pushed in full contact with mine.

After we made sure we're as close as we can be, I felt his hand running up my thigh, slowly sneaking under my dress, so that he can touch my bare body instead.

This makeout session lasted long, yet we didn't seem to know how to stop, and considering the bulge in his jeans was poking against my entrance, I was sure he wanted to go all the way tonight.

Not gonna lie, he gave an excellent first impression.

The guy is such a good kisser!... and I bet he can do so much more than just kissing.

We worked fast... it was the fastest we could ever work in a small space like this.

I pulled away, separating our lips slowly, making him grunt in delight, sending blank shivers down my body because of how hot that was.

"Let's get out of here." I whispered against his lips, his breath hitching while he gave me a light nod as a sign of approval.

And that's when I knew, I'm going to have the greatest night of my life.