I wasn't sure of the time. All I was aware of was the fact that me and Matty were most definitely wasted. We had been dancing around for what felt like hours. Every few songs Matty would put on one of his own and twirl me around. "This songs shit, who's it by???" I would ask loudly and Matty would pull me to him tightly and attempt to ballroom dance dramatically. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in all my life. At one point I was worried Matty would dislocate his neck from swinging his head around so much. It was getting late and I was sat watching Matty perform one of his little dances with a bottle of wine in one hand. He noticed me watching and made his way over unsteadily. "Come on babe, dance with me. Your dancing is so sick!" He pleaded like a puppy dog and got on his knees in front of me. I felt a sudden urge to touch him. I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair, not really knowing what the hell I was doing. After a few seconds I brought his face up to meet mine. His eyes were wide his lips open. "How are you so fucking cool all the time? Is this something you can teach?" He starts to laugh at me and pull me up from my chair "like seriously is there a course?" He puts his hands around my waist and his head on my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck, I grab on to his back. "I need to know Matty, because it's driving me fucking crazy" I continue to blabble. Only for a second or two I feel Matty's lips on my neck. I shut up. "Wanna show me that tattoo now?" He whispers.
