Drugged Angel

Chapter 6

Another shot.

The alcohol burned as it went down my throat.

A sigh left my lips as I looked around me. Lithe bodies moved together around the room in a drunken rhythm.

My mind was scattered. The alcohol causing my thoughts to dissipate, only to focus on the same boy repeatedly.

This was ridiculous.

I didn't even know his name and I was infatuated.

I couldn't get his blue eyes out of my head.

Or the way his pale skin contrasted so drastically with my own tanned complexion.

My thoughts kept drifting back to that night. He had felt heavenly under me, and I craved more. It was a deadly trap, but I was already caught.

A person took a seat next to me. I ordered another drink, not wanting to deal with anyone right now.

"Hard night?"

That voice. I turned towards it and took an intake of breath as my hazel eyes met deep blue. They sparkled, mocking me.

"You could say that."

His head nodded as if he understood, But he couldn't possibly know. He couldn't know that he had been subject of all my thoughts, flashing images from our night spent together constantly nagging at my brain. The distinct pattern of his tattoos trailing his arms, up and over his shoulder, clawing at his neck. I could still see marks left by him when I looked in the mirror and it drove me crazy. The thought of being marked by him made me feel almost special, I reveled in the attention, regardless of the fact that I was being irrational.

That same smirk crossed his lips that were adorned with a glittery lip gloss. Glinting, teasing, testing my self control. How badly I wanted to kiss him again. Feel his perfect body pressed against mine.

I blushed, that seemed to happen a lot when I was around him.

I cursed the reddish hue to my cheeks, giving away my inner thoughts.

He laughed.

The red shade darkened in color. His laugh was mocking, yet still angelic.

"I've barely said anything and you're already blushing."

His teasing tone caught my attention. As if he was speaking to a child. Humiliation burned through my veins as I thought about what he must think of me. I mentally cursed myself, I was so caught up in my attraction to him I barely paused to think he might see me as annoying, or just someone to entertain him when he was bored.

"I had a lot to drink."

I lied. I had only had two drinks, he could obviously tell it was a fib. The mocking smirk stayed on his lips.

He raised his hand, calling the bartender to order himself a drink. Another martini.

"You really like martinis."

It was more of an observation. His head tilted in a coy manner as he swirled his drink.

"I'm a simple man."

My breath caught as he teased his lips around the edge of his glass. The playful glint in his eyes let me know he knew exactly what he was doing. I looked away, my cheeks burning a permanent red. Distracting myself by fiddling with my empty glass.

"But a beautiful one."

I think my brain had left me a long while ago. The humiliation came back full swing. I was pathetic when in front of this boy. I risked a glance up at him. A smile had placed itself on his lips. Slightly pursed, as if trying to hold back. The thought made me smile.

I left my glass alone, turning my full attention to him. A sudden burst of confidence. I stood, unsure of my actions but still going through with them. Placing a hand on his thigh and leaning to press my lips to his ear. I took in his scent and smiled.

"Maybe we could head back to my place again."

It sounded hesitant, which it was.

I blushed, almost appalled by my own actions. Here I was inviting someone I barely knew to my bed. But I waited anxiously, pulling back slightly to catch his eyes. My lips hovering next to his. The scent of flowers flooded my senses.

"I thought you'd never ask."

That playful glint was back in his eyes. He tilted his head back, finishing off the rest of his drink then stood. Resting his hand on my bicep and pressing deep yet short kiss to my lips. My heart stuttered. My tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of his lip gloss. My hand found his waist as I turned to lead him out. Holding back a giddy smile at the prospect of being with him another night.

My heart thudded louder as I waved down a taxi, opening the door for him and give my address to the driver. Lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles.

His coy smile returned.

And my heart kept fluttering.