Candid Kisses✔

3| first dances

I looked up and immediately started laughing.

"Lyd. I'm not sure if you've had too many drinks so let me just remind you. You can't dance for shit. You hate dancing in public." I teased my best friend.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, I know. But you love to dance. You didn't want to come tonight and I made you. I'm just trying to make sure you have fun" She said.

Lydia can be persistent sometimes but she's a really great friend and I love her for it.

"Okay fine. Let's do it." I agreed. "Naomi, I'm going to dance with Lydia okay?"

"Yeah, no problem." She said completely invested in Caleb's story about the time he accidentally ate nail polish.

Lydia and I walked over to where a crowd of people were dancing along with the music being played.

We started dancing and I couldn't stop laughing at Lydia's poorly executed dance moves. I almost died when she started doing her version of the running man.

"Hey, Liv. Don't look now. But that guy over there is totally eyeing you." I turned around and noticed that she's referring to Noah. "I said don't look now. You never listen to me." She says spinning my head around while shaking hers. Ever the dramatic.

"He's still looking. Let's give him something to look at shall we?" That evil look is in her eyes as she says those words. The look that lets me know that she's about to do something provocative.

Before I can ever ask her what she's about to do, she puts her hand on my waist and spins me around bringing my body close to hers so I'm dancing against her. I laugh as I realize what she's doing and just play along by placing my right hand around the back of her head moving my hips to the music.

"Okay. Now he's coming over. I think I'll just make myself scarce." She turned around and began dancing away from me.
"Wait Lyd. No don't -----" she's gone before I can protest and soon enough there's a tap on my shoulder.

"Dance with me?" His voice sounded out behind me. I never thought I could be attracted to a person's voice. His voice was deep when he spoke. Like it was meant to turn head. He had that rich, silky tone as if he's used it a million times to demand control.

Slowly, I turn around to face him. A small smile played on his lips. There was something so inviting about the way he smiled at me. It was impossible to decline is offer.

He took a step closer to me and placed both hands on my waist. As soon as his hands touch my skin, my heart started racing and I froze up. If he did notice he didn't point it out because soon after he starts swaying my hips to the music and I start to relax a bit. The song that's playing is not as upbeat as the previous one but it's not slow either.

The music picks up soon after though and he spins me around so my ass my grinding against his lower region. Suddenly I don't feel so shy anymore as we start moving together in sync, his hands never shifting from my waist.

Our bodies flowed into the dance as we communicated without ever actually saying a word. I see why he appears to be so liked by everyone, but I've always had a way of seeing past people's bullshit.

At first glance, I could see that his eyes held a different story. One that I'm quite sure not everyone has been granted the opportunity of knowing.

"What's your name angel?" He turns me around so that I'm now facing him and bends down to my ear to ask, breaking my never-ending thoughts. His eyes seemed to lead me in close, in hopes that I'd provide an answer.

"Olivia," I respond. My mouth turning up a fraction of an inch to provide a smile that held great meaning. "And I'm no angel," I added before releasing from his hold and walking back towards my friends around the bonfire.

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I haven't seen much of Noah since I left him standing alone in the crowd of dancing bodies.

It's almost 12 and Naomi had left with Caleb about an hour ago.

Lydia has had her fair share of alcohol for one night and I just know she's going to wake up feeling awful tomorrow.
I slung her arm around my shoulder as we both began to walk back to my car.

Every now and then she'd try and crack a joke and start laughing her ass off. I have the weirdest friends.

"Hey, Livii. If you really think about it. There are more nipples in the world than people." She said poking at my breasts while laughing. "More nipples for everyone!" she shouted.

At this point, even I'm laughing.

"Only you Lyd. Only you." I said to her as she started counting the number of nipples she has.

We approach my car and I lay her down in the back seat before making my way around to the driver's side. Before I could even get in I hear shouting a couple of cars down.

"And I thought I told you that I don't want anything to do with him or any of this." The voice is familiar so I search to find who it belongs to. Surely enough Noah is leaning against the sexiest car I've ever seen.

A shiny black Audi R8. If I weren't so in love with my Lamborghini Urus, I'd probably be seeking to get myself of those. But I'd never abandon my baby.

"Really?!" The comment was a question. Anger clearly crept into his voice. "You know what, fuck you! I hope one day you'll finally realize what a dick he really is. Until then, stop calling this number." He yells again. This time he hangs up the phone and starts tugging at his hair, mumbling a string of profanities.

He looks up and begins to open his car door but before he gets in our eyes meet. I offer him a small apologetic smile but he just ignored it, got in his car and sped off.

During the 15 minute drive home all I can think about is what or who could possibly make Noah McCoy so angry. He seemed so calm and collected. Laughing with his friends.

The way he shouted at whoever was on the other end of that phone call with so much hatred. It was such a shift in character than what he's been showing everyone else. I don't know the guy that well but I really hope he's okay.