The music felt electric, pounding in your chest as you lost yourself in dancing. You swayed to the beat, eyes half-closed and aware of the eyes that were focused on you. Simon sat in the corner, he came with his teammates, nursing a drink and watching the team go mingle. His gaze landed on you, there was something about the way you moved, captivating.

The tension between you two had been building for the past two hours. Every time your eyes met his, a spark seemed to pass between you, growing hot and heavy.

When a round of shots arrived at your table later that night, the bartender nodded in Simon’s direction. Your friends giggled and nudged you to thank the man who’d send them. Curiosity burned in your chest, he never approached you but this was an invitation, right?

With a boldness that bloomed in your chest, you ordered another shot and walked towards him. Simon’s dark eyes never left yours, he leaned back in his seat, legs spread wide as he adjusted his position.

He motioned to his lap. “Why don’t you sit, love?”

The nickname had your skin burning up, heat blooming on your face. But you were here for fun, weren’t you? You perched yourself in his lap, a strong arm settling around your waist.

“This is for you,” you grinned, holding up the shot in your hand.

“Go on, then.” He murmured, his eyes locked on yours as your free hand pushed up his balaclava. A lazy smirk revealed as you pushed the fabric over his nose, he tilted his head slightly in silent permission.

You brought the shot to his lips, tilting it slowly as he tipped his head back; taking the shot. His eyes stayed on yours the entire time, the moment intense.