(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Drinks.

I look at her shocked as she pulls the phone away.

"You're welcome- now come on! Forget about it! Let's have another shot and go back and dance! He'll surprise you I bet." She says. 

I still can't register it and simply just take the shot that the bartender puts in front of me. Jen takes me to the dance floor and it's easy to forget the texts. You don't think when you dance. Especially in a club. It's just a good time. I smile at Jen and she raises he brows at me like she knows something. It throws me off until I feel a hand reach out to touch mine. I turn, not expecting anyone really, but damn I can't help but hold my breath when I see Jason in front of me.

He looks good, he looks better than good he looks hot as fuck. He looks like he knows it too. His hair is in a controlled mess, like he's run his hands through it just right, and he's wearing a white button up with the first few top buttons undone with a black jacket on. It's classy, but not formal. I try not to look as stunned as I am. Flash a smile at him, hope he can't hear my heartbeat. He smiles back at me and I feel my chest start twisting up again. He raises his brows playfully as he takes my other hand and starts to dance with me. And I can't help but laugh.

And it only takes a second to loose myself to dancing with him. When Jen bumps me I pull her to me to hug her from behind and dance with her. Jason laughs as he see the two of us dance like goofs. All taking turns with dancing with one another. Jen goes off to the bar for a drink, I'm not sure if I want to follow or not, but Jason makes the decision for me. Hands going to my hips, fingers slipping through the belt loops on my pants to pull me closer to him as we danced. And suddenly we're in a moment.

He's not looking away from my eyes. Instead he's leaning closer to me. And we're moving with one another. It's only natural for me to put my arms around his neck and dance with him. When you're grinding on someone in a club, it's usually never face to face. So this is, much more intimate. He's almost intimidating, eyes hooded slightly, watching me intently. But instead is just hot. And I feel myself wanting to make a decision on where he'll be staying tonight. Or where I might be staying.

Our focus is broken when the dance floor gets overly crowded, so we make our escape to find Jen. She's found some friends at the bar.

"Mi- J! You two need some drink!" She calls obviously on her way to being drunk.

She's already handing us shots. Jason shrugs and goes for it. Taking it like a champ. I'm pretty sure it doesn't even touch his tongue. I laugh a little at how dramatic he is and take my shot. The night goes on, and it's so easy to lean into Jason. The feeling of his hand sliding against my back and around my hip is one that I could get use to. How he pulls me by my belt loops, the way his eyes are when they look at me. That's how my night fades. With little pockets of him. Feeling touch. Feeling warm. Feeling safe.

The next morning I wake up, and the first thing I notice is how much my head hurts, the second thing? The arm draped over my side. At least I'm in my own bed. But then I realize I'm in my bed. When I reach for the gun under my pillow it's not there. Instead it's on the night stand. I furrow my brows. I look at my clothes, and find I'm in my P.J's which is just me being shirtless, and a set of scrub pants that I wear to bed. With underwear of course.

But the more I think the more I start to realize that I don't think I had sex last night. Which doesn't make sense if there's a man in my bed. I shift thinking. But the movement translates to the person next to me. And he pulls me closer to him. He's warm. Just as shirtless as I am. But he to has pants on. What in the fresh hell happened last night?

How much did I drink?