Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Two hours ago, I would have jumped at the chance to chill in her room and watch a film, but now that I was tipsy and actually feeling the music in the club, I wasn’t letting Bronagh get comfortable enough in case she did fall asleep and had to be brought home.
“Have a drink and loosen up.” I cheered, tipping my vodka and Coke in her direction. “This is fun!”
Bronagh shot me a look that would silence many people but not me.
“We have school in the mornin’, so I’m passin’ on havin’ a drink,” she said with a raised brow. “You should just stop altogether. Otherwise, you’re goin’ to be dyin’ with a hangover when you wake up.”
I didn’t want to be reminded of school, or anything outside of having adult fun. This was my very first time being in a club and drinking alcohol. We would be finished school in mere months and I knew both Bronagh and I would do well on our Leaving Certificate exams so we didn’t have to worry about them. The chances of me frequently letting loose like this were slim to none so I wanted to enjoy it.
I blew her a kiss. “Thanks, Ma, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Bitch!” she stated, making me laugh and her grin.
I glanced to my left and saw Branna on Ryder’s lap and they were so completely wrapped up in each other that they didn’t notice anyone around them. Alec, Damien, and Dominic were off somewhere in the club, and Kane was still seated next to Bronagh. We hadn’t spoken since he apologised to me upon entering the club, and I was happy enough to leave it at that for the night. He looked just as done as Bronagh with the club scene, and it was obvious he hated being surrounded by so many people, but I wasn’t letting his chilled demeanour rub off on me or Bronagh.
“Let’s dance,” I shouted to my friend.
I laughed because I practically felt her sigh even though I couldn’t hear it.
“Don’t even think about sayin’ no, Bronagh,” I warned. “We have to bond, and dancin’ helps with that so come on.”
My friend groaned, and I feared she wasn’t going to budge, so I used the only weapon I had in my arsenal. My eyes. My father had always told me that my eyes would be the death of him because they were big, brown, and as dangerous as a puppy’s. I gave Bronagh my best pleading look, and before she even verbally agreed to dance with me, I saw her cave, so I held my hand out to her.
“Okay,” she groaned and grabbed my hand.
Game, set, match.
“Yay,” I beamed.
Bronagh playfully rolled her eyes.
“We will be back later,” I said to the table without looking at anyone in particular.
Bronagh looked back at Kane, Branna and Ryder when they gave us their attention.
“By later,” she said, “she hopefully means after the next song.”
I burst into laughter, earning a big smile from Bronagh.
“Fat chance of that.” I devilishly smiled. “Now, come on; I love this song!”
I couldn’t tell what song was playing, but I knew the beat, and that was enough to get me excited. I danced with Bronagh until my thighs and calves burned from overuse. I laughed until my throat hurt, and I tossed back drinks like it was no one’s business. I wanted to tell Bronagh how much fun I was having, but then I felt a hand on my forearm lead me to the middle of the crowd.
“Hey,” I shouted and tugged my arm. “Let go.”
I looked up at the owner of the hand that had hold of me, and when grey eyes and a mop of white hair became clear through my slightly drunken gaze, I beamed.
“Damien!”
I focused on him and found he was smiling down at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He placed his hands on my waist, and without a word, he tugged my body until I was flush against him, and it took my breath away. When I gathered my bearings, I placed my hands on his shoulders and bit my lip when I rolled my body against his. I practically felt his moan as his hands on my waist squeezed my flesh.
He said something to me. I saw his lips move, but I couldn’t hear him. I got on my tiptoes and shouted, “I can’t hear you.”
He grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. When he turned to face me, I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I leaned up, placed my hands on either side of his face, and moved in, pressing my lips against his. Damien froze for a couple of seconds then he eagerly responded to my kiss. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled my body as close as he could get me.