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Ninety-Nine: A drunk mess

Isabella's POV

Wednesday night, what an odd day in the week to party, but apparently when you're in college, days don't matter, every day is a good excuse to party. As I got dressed in our room, Lukas was taking a shower. Mia told us last minute about going to a frat party, and even though neither Lukas or I were planning to spend the night out we decided to go with her. One, because drunk Mia always needs a plan B, C, D, E and the rest of the alphabet and two, Ben was going to be there, and it'd be good catching up with friends, although I'm pretty sure he was now Lukas's brother in law. I shouldn't tell him that because he'd freak out about the thought of it.

I was wearing black jeans and one of Mia's off the shoulder white crop tops. Not necessarily my style but Mia told me it would look bomb with my converses and since she was the queen of style I listened. I wonder what Lukas is going to say about it. I was checking myself out in the mirror and wasn't loathed at what I saw, I actually looked pretty hot but still very me. My blonde long hair laid thick in curls and the makeup Mia did on my eyes made them pop like they had never. She went for a cat eye, which made me look a little meaner and fiercer. Still sure that when I open my mouth people will think I'm just adorable. I shook my head at the fact people never thought I was tough. I was always described as soft and innocent, and with what I have been through that was a miracle.

I grabbed my shoes from the closet because I had finally unpacked my clothes and put them in there. I tied my black high tops, ready for a night out. I was too scared to wear the lilac ones Lukas gave me, afraid someone would spill beer on them, they're my most precious piece of clothing, I was not going to ruin them for looks.

"Mmh, don't you look beautiful." Lukas whispered as he slipped his arms around me from the back, resting his chin on top of my head. He was wearing nothing but a towel and his hair was still a wet mess. His tattoos were glistening as a thin layer of moisture laid on his skin and I couldn't keep my eyes of him.

"Do I?" I chuckled in his arms, easing into his chest even though it was still damp. He watched me smile trough the mirror.

I smirked as one of his arms snaked around my ribcage squeezing me while his other hand disappeared to my butt cheeks. He cupped one as he hummed into my hair. "These jeans." He said, his voice filled with want while his eyes glance over me through the mirror. He let go of my ass knowing where this was going to go if he continued, his hand though briefly lingering before it went to my stomach. He smirked and it made me chuckle the moment he twirled me around in his arms. "You're asking for trouble, looking like this." He smirked when I stood tall in front of him, his height still towering over me.

I frowned at him confused. "What do you mean?" I said while reaching up and letting my hands hang at the back of his neck, our lower body parts colliding as a result.

"Every guy is going to flirt with you, or at least try. Yay, fun for Lukas." He rolled his eyes in a playful manner. "Please don't raid Mia's closed anymore." He smirked knowing I didn't own a top like this.  

"Oh, shut up you're the one who gets to take it off later." I wetted my lips intentionally, continuing this dance of relentless teasing, Lukas for sure was the best dance partner. He shook his head at my attempt to be seductive. I wanted to tease him more, make him get the message because seeing him come out of the shower was always something that got to me. My hands went down his chest, my finger tracing a tiny trail on his damp skin until it met his towel just below his V.

My eyes never left him, observing the impact I had on him when his mouth parted. The moment my finger hooked behind the towel both my wrists were suddenly held captive by two large hands. "Don't you dare touch the towel Bells, I swear I won't stop after."