Noah climbes out of the yellow taxi/cab and reached his hand out for me to take it. I take it and follow his lead.
I can hear and feel the music blasting out of the massive Manhattan house. There's a blonde girl throwing up in a bush with her friend holding her hair back. Couples sitting on walls, or leaning against them, sucking face.
We walk up onto the crowded porch and through the open door. Noah looks back at me and squeezes my hand. He pulls on my hand so that I'm standing next to him. He lets it of my hand and places his arm around my waist instead. We walk in and Strip That Down blasts into my ears.
"Let go find Matt!" He shouts over the music. I nod my head in agreement.
We spend a few minutes walking around when Noah suddenly comes to a stop. He lets go of my waist and swings his arm over a guys shoulder and brings him in for a 'manly' hug. He then placed his arm around my waist again.
"You must be Riley!" The unknown guy smiles.
I nod and smile, knowing he would never hear me over the music.
"Rile, this is Matt." Noah introduces.
"Oh! Hi!" I all but scream.
"You're looking gorgouse." Matt compliments.
"Remember not to put your drink down!" He warns. A bitter sweet compliment I guess. It was a, "you look great. Great enough to be drugged and raped" sort of compliment. Yay me!!
Noah pulls me away and into the kitchen. The counters are full of half empty Vodka, Tekila, Wiskey, Beer, Gin, Bourbon, Sours and Chasers bottles/cans.
"What drink do you want?" Noah asks, pointing at the counter.
"Vodka." I smile. I love parties.
He pours some Vodka and Coke into a plastic, red cup and hands it to me.
"What're you having?" I take a sip of my Vodka and Coke. My throught burns, just like it should.
He gose over to the fridge and grabe a can and shows me. "Beer." He smirks.
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"Dance with me?" Noah asks, his lips grazing my earlobe, sending my body into over drive.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against him. Noah places both his hands against the small of my back, pulling me closer - if that's even possable. I look up in to his delisiously brown eyes, (they remind me of chocolate).
I start moving my hips to the beat of Team (by Iggy Azalea). I move my hands down to his chest and he slides his hands onto my moving hips.
"I took a chance like I'm from Chicago
Hundred-plus in that Murcielago
'Bout to go ape, hey, yurn it to the cango
Baby, I got me
Baby, I got me
And that's all I need." I start singing the lyrics just loud enough to here.
"Are you workin' with some cash here, cash here?
Hundred-thousand on the dash yeah, dash yeah
All the ladies shake it fast yeah, fast yeah
Now vogue on that ass, yep, yeah we in here."
We grind up against each other, me doing the odd slut drop and hair flick. What can I say? I'm drunk.
"Ok, ok. I give up. I need to stop. These heels are killing me." I laugh.
"NOAH!!!" Someone calls over the bass, it sounded like a male voice.
Noah takes my hand and leads me in to a smaller, quieter room with no more than fourteen people.
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Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)
WerewolfMy hands instinctively move to his hair as I fall into a bliss of pleasure. His lips trail from my jaw to my shoulder, making my body burn and tingle. "Mmmm." I moan softly, pulling at his hair. He slowly lays back on the bed, taking me with him. "...
