Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

52- Let Loose For Once!

It was time for a wild night. It had been a minute since I got drunk out of my mind and I didn't see any reason not to. Nothing was holding me back anymore. I had no more secrets to keep.

Kim was sitting on Jaz's lap. Emma and Will were getting cozy. Dean's eyes were roaming around the room. When they landed on me, my breath hitched in my throat.

I kept my head held high as I approached them. After all, I was in a good mood. I got Ben freaking Stark to be my friend, regardless of my sins. If that was possible, anything was.

I plopped down in the small space between Jaz and Dean, resulting in me being on half of his lap. If I wasn't so happy, I'd be a little embarrassed. With the way his hands automatically went to my waist, I knew he didn't mind either.

"Where were you?" Kim asked, sounding a little more than tipsy.

"Taking care of something," I vaguely responded, opening one of the cans I was cradling. The others reached out and grabbed whatever I had, except Dean. I was kinda used to it. Either he was drunk or I was. It was a good system because using being drunk together wouldn't result in anything good.

"She's mysterious," Kim giggled, then hiccuped.

I smirked into my can as I took a long sip. The tangy taste downed my throat with ease and I found myself releasing the tension in my body. Instinctively, I leaned back into Dean. He kissed the side of my head.

I turned to look up at him. "Would you take advantage of me if I blacked out tonight?" We both knew I didn't mean sex or anything. Dean was too much of a gentleman for that. Just some simples kisses and maybe a hot makeout session if I'm lucky.

His lips curled into his infamous smirk. "Maybe."

"Good." With that, I tilted the can back and finished my first drink. Amusement twinkled in his eyes as he watched my every move.

Dylan came jogging up to us, seeming flustered. He attempted to squeeze between Jaz and me, which made me scooch completely onto Dean's lap. Instead of complaining, I leaned back into his touch.

I know things weren't good yet but I think we both deserved a night of throwing caution to the wind.

"What? No nightly conquest?" I teased Dylan, poking him in his hard chest.

He sheepishly smiled and looked down. "I really don't want a repeat of what happened last year."

My brows furrowed in confusion. At his party last year, I was out. I didn't remember anything that happened. "What're you referring to?"

Panic flashed in his eyes. "I'm telling you for your own good... you don't wanna know." And that, I trusted. So, I left it alone.

"I'm going to get more drinks. Maybe something stronger," I announced, standing up. To my surprise, Dean followed me to the kitchen. Well, I shouldn't have been surprised honestly.

His hands rested on my waist as I went to pour myself a drink. "You seem to be in a good mood," he whispered, dangerously close to my ear.

It gave me butterflies.

Turning in his arms, I faced him. "I am. I really am." Then I wrapped my arms around his torse and hugged him.

I had the right to be happy. It seemed like most of the problems in my life slowly disappeared. The biggest one was in my arms, but that was the least of my worries – at least tonight.

"You look stunning." His voice was husky, sending shivers down my spine. "But then again, you always do."

I cracked a smile as I pulled away, skillfully making sure the drink in my hand didn't spill. "Normally flattery won't get you anywhere but I'll make an exception tonight."