Shape of You (+18)

Chapter Two

▬▬▬▬Marley's POV▬▬▬▬

"Another Cherry Bomb," I ordered, saddling up on the bar stool of some club I couldn't remember the name of. It was a few streets away from my house was all I knew.

Smiling when the bartender slid me my drink, which was half vodka and half cherry coke, I downed it in seconds, feeling the blood rush to my face as the alcohol buzzed my nerves. I swayed in my seat to the upbeat instrumental filling the club, my hands playing with the long sleeved, dark grey, skin-tight dress I wore.

Feeling bold, I joined the sea of people on the dance floor, moving my hips to the music as I closed my eyes. The heels I wore were wedged, so they were easier to dance in, and with my light brown hair secured in a high ponytail, my skin could breath. I was in my own world of bliss and didn't intend on leaving it any time soon.

When the song playing came to an end, I reluctantly opened my eyes, feeling my chest tighten when they found a burning pair of brown ones looking back at them from across the club.  Somehow, the mass of people did not block my view of him, and I wondered if my lonely self was just imagining that he was there. After all, I did just see him a few hours ago, looking mean and sexy outside my workplace. What were the odds we'd be at the same club, hours later?

In his hand, he held a cup of some kind of liquor, and the other firmly gripped his jean covered thigh, but I was certain he was watching me. Under any other circumstance, I would have broken the stare, maybe found a seat somewhere and hoped he'd come talk to me, but with the amount of drinks I'd downed, my inhibitions were handcuffed and unable to intervene. I was tired of our interactions being solely between waitress and customer. I wanted more.

Girl, you know I want your love,
Your love was handmade for somebody like me,

Lifting my arms up, I gyrated to the new song pumping through the speakers. I used to do gymnastics through to highschool, and dancing was something I did on the side, so it was safe to say I knew what I was doing. Still, it was kind of invigorating to be doing this all for the attention of one man. A man who looked like he was enjoying every thing I did.

Boy, let's not talk too much,
Grab on my waist and put that body on me,
Come on now, follow my lead,

My hazel green eyes ate up the way his roamed my body, watching every sway, dip, and bend of my hips. Some guy next to him kept trying to talk to him, but he paid him no mind, too focused on the little show I was putting on. When I turned to the side to give him a different angle, I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music.

I'm in love with the shape of you,
We push and pull like a magnet do,
Although my heart is falling too,
I'm in love with your body,

It had been too long since my last night out. This was just what I needed. An escape from life's routine. An escape from boring old me.

I don't know how much time passed, but the next time my eyes opened, it was because a very large hand palmed my toned stomach, the other gripping my hip and pulling me back into their hard body. Hard in more ways than one.

"Marley," he whispered in my ear, his voice more sensual than when we've ever spoken before.

"Were you watching me?" I asked, biting my lip when he pressed himself against me. The music was nothing in comparison to the blood pounding in my head. He was so close to me, and the fact I didn't know him well only seemed to excite my drunk self.

"Yes," he groaned, his minty breath hot against my skin when I dipped a little, pressing into his groin. "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

"Why?"

Turning me around, I was forced to look up, staring into the face of the rock hard man than pinned me to him. The redness in his eyes told me he was drunk, too, which was probably the only reason we were interacting so boldly right now.

"Why were you watching me earlier today?" he countered with a knowing smirk.

The colorful strobe lights painting his skin only distracted me from answering his question.

"Marley," he called again, and the feel of his hand sliding down to the top of my backside pulled a yelp from my lips. His eyes flickered to them.

"I'm drunk," I mumbled, my eyes focusing on his plump lips.

"Nice to meet you, Drunk," he joked. "I'm Joel."

Giggling, I smiled at him. He did the same, but his playfulness disappeared the second I traced my fingers along his chest.

"Sorry," I apologized, thinking I upset him. The tightness of his jaw didn't lead me to believe otherwise.

Way to ruin the mood, Marley.

Hugging me flush against him, he brought his lips down to my ear, brushing them lightly against my skin as he spoke, "Never apologize for turning me on, darling."

Widening my eyes, I gasped when I felt his hardness against my stomach.

"Oh my-"

His mouth caused my words to turn into a squeak when it connected to my neck, latching on like a leech. Even with my heels on, he towered over me, and the feel of his tongue teasing my skin had me breathing heavy.

"Joel," I sighed, running my hands up his chest, his shoulders, his neck, before cupping his face, my thumbs tracing his scruffy jawline that was driving me wild when it brushed against my skin.

Pulling his face in front of mine, I kissed his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth, and hummed in content when he pressed his mouth against mine. Curving my body into the shape of his, I swallowed the groan that left him when I ground my hips against his impressive erection. His hand palmed my ass with no hesitation, while his tongue mingled with mine for the first time.

Ring ring!

The sound of a phone ringing had him still as a statue. His hand no longer roamed freely down my body, his kisses no longer burned my skin, and whatever might have happened between drunk Marley and Joel clearly wasn't going to the moment he answered it and sighed.

"It's my daughter," he explained, and my eyebrows raised. "I...have to go."

"Oh okay," I mumbled as he left, suddenly feeling like a deflating balloon. It had to do with the fact he had gotten me all hot and bothered, only to leave me flustered.

What are you upset about, Marley? It's not like you actually would have gone any further than kissing with him. You've never had a one night stand in your life.

Letting out a sexually frustrated breath, I left the dance floor and found a seat in an empty booth. I may not have been a 'one-night stand' type of gal, but that didn't mean there weren't other things I was willing to do with Joel.

But...he's a dad.

That should have been obvious, yet for some reason, it was just now sinking in. Joel didn't look much older than me—late twenties, early thirties at most. I wondered what the deal was with the mother of his child. Were they separated, still together, or worse?

Suddenly feeling sad, I decided to call it a night. There was nothing here for me anymore, except the ghost of what my night might have been.

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Alrightttt, things are heating up a bit. Warning, next chapter has a mature scene, but I don't really think I need to give warnings for these type of things, considering the books rating. So, yeah, this is the only warning you'll get.

-Lady Jay

*all credit to Ed Sheeran for the lyrics used in this chapter 😇