My friend slid out of the chair and slapped my back,

“Good luck Shane”

A minute or so later the brunette came out and walked ever so slowly to me before leaning over,

“Dance with me?” she asked,

I smirked and she grinned as she pulled me up and forward by my tie, leading me to the dance floor. We went deep into the crowd, our drinks forgotten as I felt her grind her backside against the front of my jeans. My hands went to her slim hips where I pulled her flush against my body, my lips at her neck, just below her ear. She moaned quietly, pressing herself closer with her hands running wildly through my hair.

I decided that I liked the feel of her body close to mine and the way she smelled.

She smelled like vanilla and slightly of sweat from dancing.

“So what’s your name?” I whispered to her jaw line,

I could feel her grinning as she pushed herself off me,

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

I cocked my head to the side, amused and was about to come back with a remark when she squeezed her way through out of the mob that was still dancing, leaving me in the middle of them all. I found myself grinning, despite what just happened and knowing that I owed Luca 200.

The next morning I was woken by Luca who poked his head in and threw the closest thing to him, which happened to be a pen, at my head. I winced and glared at him as I woke up,

“What?”

“She’s gone already?” he asked,

I rolled my eyes and dug into the pocket of my jeans for the money, not having been bothered to change after coming home last night. I threw the money at him which he managed to catch and looked at me, surprised.

“You mean you didn’t fuck her last night?” he raised a brow.

“Luca” it was a warning.

“Fuck, now that’s a first” he continued.

“Luca”

“Did you at least have fun?” if I didn’t know better I would’ve thought he was being sarcastic.

“I didn’t even get her name, now fuck off alright?” I said, annoyed.