Wicked

Chapter Nineteen

Slowly, I exhaled.

"Daniel, that was not cool." I put my hand on my hip, deciding to stay with Daniel. He looked like a hurt puppy dog. I wasn't falling for it, bullying was serious and uncalled for. Erik hadn't been doing anything wrong when they ganged up on him. I couldn't believe they called him an orphan.

"I know," he put his hands up defensively. "They dummies, and I'll talk to them, but it wasn't me who said those things." I relaxed. He was right. He wasn't his friends, but it still hurt me to see Erik be treated that way.

"They need to apologize to Erik. What they said was cruel." I crossed my arms over my chest. It was really upsetting to watch someone bully my friends. The alcohol had evaporated from my blood and I was completely clear headed.

"They will, just later." I gave him a pointed look. "Trust me, Erik doesn't want an apology right now. Let Addison calm him down." I looked down, remembering that Erik had given me the stone necklace. Even if his Grandma had told him to give it to me, it was pretty impressive of Erik to follow through.

"Okay, if you promise." He nodded and crossed his heart with his index finger. This got a laugh out of me.

"Corn, can we dance? Pretend the last ten minutes didn't happen?" It was dangerous how willing I was to do this. It scared me a bit because I didn't have to think, not even for a second, I was already nodding yes to him. He took my hand and we walked to the first room, which appeared to be the dancing room. The music was so loud, we didn't need to talk.

I let the music lead my pulse, swaying my hips to the beat. Some of the songs I knew, but even if I didn't I let my body do what it did. In New York, there were a lot of underage clubs where Ty and I would go dancing. I was used to letting the music take over and the drinks set in. It was the main thing I learned from Ty.

Daniel wasn't really a dancer, but he knew where to put his hands. I wasn't complaining. I was only vaguely aware of what time it was, only because it was so dark inside. The windows were mostly covered, so I couldn't really tell. Honestly, for a split second, I didn't care. The world was slowed at that moment. I didn't care about anything, other than dancing and Daniel's hands on my body.

Then, there in the middle of everyone and all the bodies, Daniel reached for my chin. His strong hand held me so delicately and pulled me towards him. I willingly followed and let my lips meet his. This kiss was even better than in the car. It didn't start off soft -- immediately it was thirsty. The kissed moved faster and then our tongues met and it was like an explosion. It felt like electric fire omitting from my center.

My hands were tangled in his hair. The way his hands moved up and down my waist, sent those familiar sparks. This time, it didn't scare me, just fueled the never-ending fire. Daniel's neck even felt warm to the touch. Gently, I took his bottom lip in between my teeth and softly bit it. Some guys weren't into biting and you had to slowly test it, to see if they were into it or not. The way Daniel responded shook me to my core.

A growl. I felt his body shake against mine. I could feel part of him pulling away, but the other part of him, the part that controlled him gingerly and hungrily bit my lip. It was hot, except for it felt like a needle pricking me. I recoiled, my bottom lip numb. I touched my lip after pulling away. Even in the dark, I could see the droplets of sticky blood.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry." His eyes were so dilated, you could barely see the brown. I chalked it up to him being afraid he hurt me. I licked the remaining blood away and wiped my hand on my clothes. I felt unsettled.

"It's okay." I found myself saying, despite feeling a little light headed. There were a couple people looking at us. For the most part, people were minding their own business, thankfully. Being with Daniel, made me forget people were around us. I wasn't really a PDA person, although things could change.