“Yes, please,” I tell him with a grin as we move into the center of the room amongst the throng of people grinding. The last song ends and I hear the deejay mention something along the lines of slowing it down for all the lovers in the room as the sounds of Drunk in Love begin to blare through the speakers. His hands find my hips, gripping me hard and I move my ass slowly in time with the sensual beat grinding against him. Remember that your friends are here somewhere, my subconscious whispers but I’m too far gone as the alcohol, the music, and James’ touch take over my brain. My eyes flutter closed as I reach up and rub my fingertips down the back of his neck. His dick is pressing against me and I bend over so my ass is perfectly aligned with his pelvis and I grind even harder against him before standing back up. My eyes open when his stubble rubs against my neck and a moan escapes me as he rubs his hard cock against me. His lips drag down my neck just as his hands briefly graze my tits before finding my hips again. My nipples pucker at the brief touch of his hands and I squeeze my legs together at the thought of them pebbling against his tongue.

“I know you probably think I’m behaving like a psychopath, and trust me I think I am too.” He bites down on my neck. “But it’s only because I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispers in my ear and it takes everything in me not to push him to the ground and rub against him until we both come.

I turn around to face him. “I am too.” I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and press myself against him. “I get so wrapped up in you. Even now,” I whisper, “my friends could be anywhere and all I see is you.”

His hand reaches up brushing a hair from my face and he lets it drag down to my neck and between my breasts. “You are so beautiful. Every inch of you is a work of art.”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach and my heart flutters in my chest at his profoundly romantic words. “Take me home?”

“Gladly.” He grabs my hand and we begin weaving our way through the crowd and towards the entrance. We’re back in the front bar when familiar faces come into view. I immediately drop James’ hand as Luna and Aubrey make their way towards us.

“BITCH! Where’ve you been?” Aubrey slurs and I’m grateful that she seems very intoxicated.

“Where’s Harper?” I ask, curious about my roommate and more importantly if she’s safe.