Strings (1 of 2)

Chapter 32 - Hands

[Emily's POV]

The music blasts loudly, the bass pounding through me as I move my body to the beat. The dancefloor vibrates with the song, which flows up through me as I through my head back and let myself feel the rhythm.

I feel someone come up behind me and place their hands on my hips, pulling me back against them.

I put my hands over his and continue dancing, rubbing my ass against his jeans clumsily. He tightens his grip and tries to change the pace of my hips swaying to suit his preference, but I ignore him until he gives in and lets me move as I wish.

"You look hot!" I hear the stranger shout into my ear and his hands move lower. I roll my eyes knowing he can't see my face from behind me.

I keep moving, letting the music guide me. My mind gets fuzzier as the alcohol and pills rush to my head. I missed this feeling, completely unbothered by the world melting away around me. No thoughts or worries to bring me down.

The song changes and the hands leave abruptly, replaced by others. But these don't move with me, they hold me still, stopping my hips from swaying.

I squint disappointedly, my eyebrows furrowing, as I try hard to focus as the large hands spin me around to face them. I look up to dark green eyes staring down at me.

Am I imagining this? I'm tripping pretty hard but this would be hard to hallucinate...

Dean's eyes bore into mine, his face somewhat blurry from my clouded eyes. I can feel his hands now firmly on my skin through the cutouts of my dress at my waist, letting me know this is real, not in my head.

Why is he here? Was he here the whole night?

I can't remember much of the night now so I don't know... maybe he was.

Dean... my handsome hero. Always there when something bad happens, when I need him. I wonder if he saw what happened earlier... if he was here all night he would have. The whole bar was staring.

I try to dance with him, throwing my arms around his neck, but he tightens his hold on my waist and moves me away from him slightly. I keep my arms around his neck for support as my shoes are suddenly killing me and making me wobble.

"Emily. Time to go." He says into my ear loudly, commanding me, which makes me smirk.

I haven't seen this Dean in awhile. Part of me likes it when he gets bossy like this. His nostrils flare in the cutest way. His emerald eyes sparkle down at me, trying to reason with me with just his beautiful eyes. Dean the serious CEO comes out, but in a sexy way. He reserves this Dean for when I do something bad.

I know what I did this time... I broke our promise. He's probably mad at me. I hate when he's mad. I want to make him forget that for now... this is supposed to be a night of fun.

I curl my fingers around the back of his neck and into his hair, dragging my nails lightly under his hair the way I remember he likes. He doesn't stop me, leaning into my touch slightly.

"You're cute when you tell me what to do," I purr into his ear, not sure if he can hear me over the music and my drunken voice probably slurring my words.

His eyes widen... he heard. He hesitates for a second, almost making me think he will move closer to me, but to my disappointment shakes his head and my fingers fall from his hair.

"Em, come on. Let me take you home." He shouts back, breaking my from his spell instantly.

I let go of his neck, frowning, and shake my head vehemently. I don't want to go home. I'm having fun.