"I'd say that I do, but that would be a lie, because I don't understand anything. I just want to dance!" I replied, and we both broke out into laughter, in a way that said we understood each other, at least for one night.
I leapt up from my seat and made my way over to River, the blue, purple and pink light dancing across his gorgeous features, his eyes glistening almost. I took notice of how almost every girl in the club had their eyes on him and only him. It was almost as if he couldn’t help but always be the centre of attention. He was drinking a glass of what I'd assumed was more vodka, so I grabbed it from him and placed it to my lips to drink, but it was water. I drank the sip I'd taken reluctantly.
"Why are you so fucking boring? Who drinks water at a nightclub?" I teased, handing him back his glass. His gaze carried a hint of irritation.
“Do I look like a man who drinks alcohol?” He leered, “If so I haven’t done a good enough job at showcasing my distaste for it.”
“I don’t speak goody-goody right now. Please be more precise?” I urged,
"I do not drink. It's not my thing." He told me, his silver-blue eyes fixated directly on mine.
"I want to dance," I declared plainly, placing both my hands on the crook of his neck. I couldn't control them. They had a mind of their own. River tensed under my touch like my fingertips were leaving scorch trails, like I was burning him almost, and even when I was drunk, I could see the effect I had on him, no matter how minuscule.
"Then dance." He whispered, his eyes cascading down my body. It was a dare almost, and so I slipped my hands off of him, and I did just that.
Just like that, I was loose, swirling and whirling like a daffodil in the wind, fireflies in the dead of night. I didn't know who I danced with or what they looked like, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I was the sound of music personified, and there wasn't a thing in this world that could bring me down. I writhed to the rhythm, my hands moving down the arches of my body in ways I figured a woman must only do in the comfort of her bedroom. I glided over to him, like moving on clouds of light and gold, and my gaze met his. River Kennedy; my carnal obsession, my favourite sin, my rival, and I danced before him,forhim. I moved to the area between his parted legs. He didn't protest, I could see our friends watching us from the corner of my eye, but I couldn't care less.
I didn't dare touch him, and he didn't dare touch me. It wasn't about the physical aspect of things. It was more than that. It was about everything that was left unsaid. It was about giving in to my deepest and darkest desires that I wouldn't dare act on sober. The pure want that fueled me every time I was around him that I'd been trying so hard to deny, so hard. I moved to the rhythm and ran my hands through my hair, and my waist was an instrument I played to the music. My world became a kaleidoscope of colour and sound, and he was at the very centre of it, the only thing I could see.
"Armani, wait." His voice was deep, raw, and vulnerable, I didn't plan on doing so, but then he placed his hands firmly on my hips to stop me from moving. My body was slick with sweat, and I was caught up in the heat of the moment.
"You're drunk. You don't want this." He rasped,
and things were getting too intense for me, too real.
"You're such a bore, River. You need to have more fun." I laughed, escaping his touch and slipping away to join our friends.
"Holy shit Armani, that was like— hot!" Keomi teased, mimicking my moves. Fabian, who was beside her, looked slightly withdrawn and bitter.
"Amateur Pornstar material." Genevieve scoffed,
"Oh, give her a break, Gene. You did way more to get River's attention when we first met him," Merilla recalled, and Gene looked triggered,
"Oh, trust me when I say he was never even remotely interested inme—" she began,
"I don't want River, okay?" I assured them, more like myself.
"We'll give you the drunk and bored pass." Keomi laughed, and I groaned, walking away and starting to dance again.
I felt myself bump into a figure. The red and pink lights flashed so much that I could barely make out his face.
"Having a fun night ma chérie?" It was low and gruff,
"Yeah, I am Mr...who are you?" I asked, the heat in my cheeks rising,
"I was sent to make you feel good," he slurred, grabbing hold of my hand and slipping in a pack of what I assumed were pills.
"Wha— I didn't ask for this," I muttered, but the music drowned out my words,
"That will be €20." He demanded, holding out his hand to revive money I didn't have and didn't want to give him.
"But I don't have any money," I told him, my head feeling fuzzy.
"Then you'll have to figure out another way to pay me." He suggested, leaning in close, then closer. I wanted him to stop.
Just then, a tall, dark figure was in front of me and grabbed the strange man's neck. No one noticed, no one cared, and everyone was too busy having fun. The strange man's hands began to turn pale. I could hear him gasping for air even over the loud music.
"Stop, please!" I told the tall, dark figure, I didn't want anyone to get hurt over me.
