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You feel silly.
Normally clubs like this aren’t your scene. But being new to London and having no support network yet, you feel obligated to go tag along with your coworkers. So far, you’ve managed to laugh away their attempts to get you out on the dance floor. Citing your bad knees or sore feet or any other excuse you can think of. You’ve been able to secure a small corner near the bar, virtually the only place where you’re not being forced to touch anyone in the packed building. After signaling the bartender over, you finally have another drink in your hand. You take a sip and resume people watching. Scanning the dance floor, you catch the eye of one of your coworkers. Pretty enough, her tight dress hiding no secret to her equally tight body. She smiles at you and tries to wave you over. You smile and shake your head, holding up your newly filled glass. You can see her laugh. You might have been tempted to go over and dance if only to be closer to her and flirt a bit, but it’s clear you’re not her type as she goes back to grinding on the stranger behind her; his hands grabbing her sides and putting her closer. You scowl. Why do all the cute ones have to be straight?
Continuing to scan the room, your eyes find the ‘VIP’ section of the club. Almost all the booths are filled with either bachelorette parties trying to be as loud as possible, or groups of businessmen with stunning women on their laps. But the last booth was nothing like the others. A man dressed all black was in the middle of the booth, arms draped across the back of the seats. Although he looked as if he didn’t know, there was another man next to him. Practically on top of the man in black and currently sucking bruises into his neck. That, combined with the fact he was wearing sunglasses in a room where the only lights came from the DJ booth, was enough to make you want to roll your eyes and move on. But for some reason, you couldn’t. Something about this man intrigued you. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t seem to care or even notice the other man worshiping his neck and chest. You take a longer look at the man. Still trying to get past the douchey sunglasses, you must admit the man is attractive. He’s long and lean and clearly has the confidence to fill up the room by himself. You shift your eyes to the other man. More like a boy now that you’re taking a closer look. It’s clear that he is just barely over the age limit of the club. If you had seen him anywhere else, you would have knocked him as straight without a second thought. But he seems to be quite enjoying himself kissing another man's neck. You start to imagine yourself in his shoes. In the lap of the man in black, grinding against his leg as you kiss down his neck. You quickly close your eyes and shake your head. What the hell are you thinking? Although the man was very attractive, his red hair contrasting nicely with his dark clothes, he is clearly into men. Once again, you think to yourself, why do all the hot girls have to be straight and all the hot men have to be gay. You take another sip from your glass and look back up, hoping to catch another glimpse of the two men before making some excuse to your friends as a reason you must leave. You lock eyes with the pitch-black lens. In shock, you freeze. There’s no way he can see me, let alone know what I’m thinking, right? But for some reason, you can look away. And neither does he.
Slowly he leans his head to the side to whisper something to the man still sucking on his neck. The boy smiles and nods before getting up and walking away, a huge grin plastered on his face. You tear your eyes away from the red-haired man and follow the boy as he walked away from the VIP booths. He doesn’t stop smiling till he was almost out the door. He then stops, shakes his head, and looks behind him back into the club. You can see the confusion on his face like he has no idea what just happened. As soon as he turns around and walks out the door, your eyes shift back to the booth. But now it was empty. A quick scan tells you that the thin man must have also left as he is nowhere to be seen. That’s my cue you think to yourself, already looking forward to going home and falling into your bed. You turn towards to bar, ready to pay your tab.
“Hello”
You damn near jump out of your skin. He was right behind you and this close up you can see how tall he actually is.
“Jesus,” You breath, “You shouldn’t just sneak up on people like that you know”
What the hell, you think to yourself. Did that really just come out as flirty?
“So I’ve been told. What are you doing here?”
Wow, right to the point you think to yourself. See, sunglasses plus straightforwardness equals douche. You should start trusting your instincts more.
“Actually, just leaving, pardon me.” You say as you try to walk around him. But he doesn’t move so instead you end up more like pushing him out of the way a bit.
As your arms touch, you feel as though you’ve touched fire. Gasping, you pull your arm back. Looking up you see him give a smirk and lift an eyebrow behind those round glasses.
“Something wrong?” You shake your head. “Good. Can I pay your tab?”
“No thanks. I’ll be just fine” You say, quickly turning away. Still unable to deny your attraction to him, he is a bit forward for your taste. But at least he's into you, a voice in the back of your mind says.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. “No, I think you will let me pay your tab.”
Something about his voice makes you feel like you’ve been covered in the softest heaviest blanket in the world. Suddenly, you no longer feel turned off by his request.
“Okay.”
You watch as he waves at the bartender who approaches him immediately. You frown because earlier it took you almost ten minutes to just get a drink. After he is finished, the man turns back to you. Taller than you by almost a head and a half, you have to tilt your head to look him in the eyes.
“So now what would you like to do?”
You cock your head to the side. “Um, well, thank you for paying for me but I think I have to go home now. Early morning and all. So ya, thanks, I guess.”
Usually, not one to stumble over your words, you wonder what’s going on. This man seemly has a very strange effect on you. But more likely you’ve just had caught an unexpected buzz.
“Let me walk you out” Once again it’s like his words melt over you and you find yourself taking his outstretched hand, letting him lead you out a side door into a small ally next to the club.
Once outside, he turns to face you. Still holding your hand, you can feel the heat radiating off of him.
Now it’s his turn to cock his head to the side. He looks at you through his round lens and it’s like you can feel him looking into your soul. Immediately, your eyes find the ground, ducking your head in order to avoid eye contact. Like that would stop him from reading you like a book. Then you feel his finger under your chin. Normally you would be extremely opposed to anyone touching you like that but, once again, for some reason, you find yourself letting him tilt your face back up.
When your face meets his, he smirks. Like a predator that just caught their next meal. You shiver even though the heat coming off him is still warming you to the bones.
“I guess I’m due for another miracle or two”
“What?” You are so confused. Literally nothing he just said made sense.
“Let me help you”
“Wha...” You're cut off by him quickly backing you into the brick wall behind you. As your back hit the wall a little too hard you try to give a little shout but that is cut off too.
Suddenly he is way too close. Towering over you, he is covering your body with his. He leans his head down so his lips are right next to your ear. You shiver again as you feel his hot breath against your neck.
“You want to feel wanted, don’t you?” This time it was a question, not a command like when he wanted to walk you out the door or pay your bill. An honest to god question.
“You want to feel needed, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” You realize that you are all of a sudden breathless. Like you’ve just finished running a marathon. Your knees are weak and you raise your hands to his chest to steady yourself. Underneath your hands, you feel the impossible heat of his body. It’s like he has a raging fire within him and the only thing holding it back is his half-open shirt.
“Good.” And with that, a hand cups your cheek, and his lips meet yours.