Summer [Completed]

Chapter Four

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Blue Eyed Stranger
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lust

noun
1.very strong sexual desire.

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After a day of soaking up the sun in Kelly's awesome backyard. Kelly thought it'd be a good idea that we spend a night out and explore California.

I'm surprised we made it into the club that Kelly dragged me to; in all honesty I was hoping that we wouldn't.

Although I'll never admit it, I'm still a little sad about breaking things off with Will. He may not have been the best boyfriend, but he was my first—my first everything.

However, Kelly insisted it'd be a good idea to spend a night in California having ‘fun’, and when Kelly puts her mind to something, there's no standing in her way.

The short, tight dresses that Kelly and I wore allowed us to successfully avoid waiting in line, and we were in before we knew it.

I didn't believe Kelly when she said this place would be packed, but it's to be expected of a place that doesn't card at the bar.

The club is way different on the inside than I imagined it to be. I've never actually been to a club, and there are people everywhere. There are people sitting at tables, people talking alongside the walls, people at the bar, and tons of people hooking up in the restrooms.

I can barely breathe without being touched by a stranger—either on purpose or accident—and the whole thing is quite frightening.

I'm sweating and I haven't even been here for five minutes, and when I turn around, Kelly is nowhere to be seen.

I take a deep breath and try to settle my nerves. The size of this crowd is starting to give me anxiety.

Tired of standing, and desperately in the need for some liquid courage, I find myself gravitating towards the bar. I find the closest empty stool and take a seat, grateful for the relief on my aching feet.

I look around the bar area and readjust the straps of my dress. I wanted to wear jeans and heels, but Kelly insisted that I shave and put on this stupid dress. I just know I look absolutely ridiculous.

I’m about to retreat back to the dance floor when I lock eyes with the bartender. He glances curiously at me as he cleans a glass and approaches. I stop fidgeting and plaster on the most confident smile I can muster.

He stops in front of me and smiles. “Can I get you anything?”

I open my mouth to speak, but a deep voice cuts me off. "Two shots of tequilla for me and the beautiful woman."

Surprised, I turn around to see an attractive man with deep chocolate eyes and short brown hair. He slides smoothly onto the seat next to me and the bartender places down the glasses.

“I’m David,” he says with a charming smile, pushing a shot glass in my direction. “And you are?”

I smile, looking down shyly, and it's then that I notice the shiny gold band on his finger.

I scrunch my nose, disgusted, "Not into married men." I stand up to leave.

The man grabs my arm forcefully. "Now hold on a second, we can still have some fun."

His grasp begins to tighten, as I try to pull my arm away; my eyes grow wide and I panic as a fresh dose of adrenaline pumps through my viens.

"Let me go." I wince, pain searing up my arm.