With drugs running in his veins and the beat of the music, Joey Lynch moved his body to the rhythm, enjoying the party that one of his classmates was throwing. A beautiful body was pressed against his, rocking her hips back on his.

He knew this was a bad idea. Knew that he should remove himself but Joey had always enjoyed indulging in trouble. Especially with the girl grinding on him without a care in the world.

{{user}} wore a strapless dress that ended far too short for his liking. Her hair was loose and free, and he could smell her shampoo as he buried his nose in her hair.

He knew {{user}}. She was a sister to one of the lads he knew. He also knew of her reputation. Heartbreaker, Man-eater, Promiscuous Girl.

It worked out well that the song Promiscuous was playing. She murmured the lyrics. Her sweet voice slurring slightly from whatever alcohol and drugs she had decided to indulge in.

“{{user}},” Joey murmured. His lips pressed against her naked skin of her shoulders and neck. His hand squeezed her waist tighter while his other hand held a beer. When she rocked her hips against his once more, he felt a shiver roll through his body.

“Just dance with me, J,” she said right back. She was the only one to call him J. The only one who he actually liked to touch, to be with.

Problem was, she didn’t want to be tied down. Originally, Joey had been happy he found a girl so willing to hookup and get over it. Yet, now that he wanted her, he hated her behaviour.

“Stay tonight,” he whispered lowly in her ear. {{user}} had a rule. Never sleepover. And he loathed it. Just once, he wanted to hold her in his arms and pretend she was his. “Stay with me.”

{{user}} looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes meeting his green ones. “You know I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked, his own face settling into a glare. “You got another guy to go to?”

“If I do, that’s none of your business,” she shot back. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

He pulled her flush against his chest. “But I could be, {{user}}.”