~ God, how I wish I could go back and change everything. Maybe all those people would still be here now. I wouldn't get involved with the wrong crowd and none of the things which happened, wouldn't happen.
But I messed up. ~
Everything that has happ...
"Where are you going?" Dean whines when I break the kiss and move from his lap.
"Weren't you the one who said we're leaving in an hour?"
"There's plenty of time left." His hands are back on my waist, but it push them away while I get up from his lap and make a step back from him.
"You'll get more of that later." I wink at him and then disappear into the bedroom, where I grab the clean underwear and bra and take them with me to the bathroom.
Once in there and I know the door is locked, I strip from my current clothes and step into the shower, washing my hair in the process. I shave and then later, when I step from the shower, dry my hair.
Once I'm done, I put on my underwear and the bra and wrap a towel around my body before stepping out of the bathroom. I glance at Dean, who's already looking at me and my cheeks heat up. I hide my red face and walk into my bedroom, where I remove the towel.
I step into the gray dress, which is just as tight as I remember it being. But I have to admit that I don't look awful in it. I go to my table mirror, where I begin to do my makeup and hair. I only perfect my skin, apply light nude colors to my eyes along with lining the top lash line, minus the flick, apply mascara and a red lipstick to finish off the look. I let my hair fall down my back when I comb through them, so they frame my face.
When I'm done with all of that, I stand up from the table in my room and go get my shoes – black high heels with a strap going around the ankles. Lastly, I spray some perfume on and grab my black clutch bag before getting out of my bedroom.
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"You're finally done." Dean turns off the TV and stands up from the couch, eyeing me up and down while I walk over to him. "And I'm glad it took that long." A stupid grin flashes onto my face at his flattering words.
"Let's go now. I can't wait to see your club." I put on the coat by the door as well as Dean does.
He already came here fully dressed to go to the club. He decided on wearing black skinny jeans with holes on the knees, a black shirt, on which he left a few buttons undone, so his chest and chest tattoo can be seen, and on his feet are black ankle boots. All in all, he looks hot.
We make it to his car and in no time, we're speeding down the street towards the club. My excitement grows with time and we can't arrive any sooner. But once we do, I hop out of the car and Dean quickly follows. He takes my hand and we walk down the street to the line, where people waiting to get in, starts. The line is crazy long. Above it, a huge sign is lit up with the club's name.
But Dean walks past that line and around the corner of the building. He types a code into the machine to let us through the side doors and we're inside. No trace of music can be heard from over here, hence the amazing soundproof walls.
