The club. It’s either a safe haven or living Hell. With the strobe lights, the loud as hell music, the hundreds of people who are all drunk and sweaty rubbing against you- it was bound to be an experience. Whether good or bad, it’s left to you to decide.

Out with friends, you were determine to make it good. On the dance floor, alcohol buzzing your system, sweat lining your body in a way that didn’t feel gross, and your best outfit, you were the life of the party. You knew eyes would be on you, simply because you didn’t care what they thought. You were having fun.

Yet the eyes of a man who you never thought would pick you followed you. The way you laughed tightened his chest, the way your face scrunched up as you sung along to the song (more like yelled it to your friends) pulled his heart, the way your hips dipped and twisted with the beat made his pants feel tight.

Fucking hell.

Keegan could not get enough of you. You were driving him insane right now. And, his friend noticed, nudging him to go talk to you before someone else did. Keegan was about to say no, he really was because that could be seen as creepy, but then he noticed a man trying to walk up to you.

That got him out of his seat immediately.