finding you

fifty three

I am suddenly thrown into the middle of the dance floor with a laughing Rhys Collins. His one hand is wrapped tightly around my side and the other is holding my hand. I honestly have no idea what song is playing right now but the bass is pulsing an upbeat tempo through my ears. We just stand for a moment not moving before suddenly I am practically lifted off the floor and spun around. A squeal leaves my mouth and I hear Rhys laugh loudly as he continues to spin me. He stops suddenly, causing me to jerk forward, and dips me so low I'm scared that my hair is going to be trampled on by other people.

"Rhys!" I try yelling at him but I don't think he heard me. Or he doesn't care. When I am brought back to his face I know he doesn't care because of the giant grin he is sporting right now. He is truly loving this. "Oh my God."

He pulls me against him again, this time a lot tighter. I can feel his hard muscles through his shirt and it gives me shivers. I don't even have time to have a reaction from it, though, because suddenly he's moving again. He's spot on with the beat and I'm truly amazed that he can dance like this. It's almost silly but extremely attractive. What is happening right now? I probably look like a limp noodle next to him right now. 

I feel him chuckle against me as his mouth reaches the side of my throat. He gently places a couple of kisses there and I can't help but smile. I love that. I'm starting to feel quite hot having him against my body like this. 

When the song changes I am filled with mixed emotions. I am relieved that it's over but I'm so not ready for it to be. He pulls me out of the crowd and off the dance floor, his hand holding my side guiding me. Suddenly I feel his whisper in my ear. "Was that fun?"

I just nod like a maniac and he chuckles behind me. 

"Let's get you some water." 

I'm about to protest because I wanted another drink but maybe water is a good idea. I don't want to pass out before I can have time with Rhys. I want to be with him. We make our way to the bar to see that no one is there. Ronnie must be with Ashton somewhere. 

"Do you want to go see if they're outside?"

I just nod and allow him to guide me through the crowds of people. His hand feels warm holding mine. Why am I focusing on his hand holding mine? I hope he doesn't let it go. "Rhys?" I ask as soon as we reach the door to go outside. 

He looks back at me. "Yeah?"

"Did you drive here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can we just sit in your truck for a bit? I want to sit down but away from all the club noise s-stuff."

I also think that if we leave I'm not going to want to go back in there. I've had enough weird people looking at me for one day. 

He walks up to me and gently tugs at my chin. He smirks. "You want to park with me?"

I awkwardly laugh but I honestly don't know what he's even talking about. I'm tired and I just want to sit down. He laughs back at me and he leans in close to my face. I hope he's about to kiss me but he seems to hesitate. He then just smiles and gently kisses my forehead before pulling me outside. I notice his parked truck and head straight for it.

The nighttime air seems to make me realize how drunk I am because suddenly I'm finding it difficult to see straight. I could see just fine inside! So not fair. Rhys's hand suddenly grasps mine from behind to slow me down. He comes up from behind me, chuckling. 

"What is so funny?" I turn to look at him. He looks down at me with a warm smile, shaking his head. 

"You're very cute."