Ellie's pov:

Your hips moved in time to the music. Everyone was looking at you like their lives were worth it as your skirt rose up your thighs. Your sun-kissed skin and your hair that seemed to smell exotic. I would have done anything to be able to put my hands on your shoulders and kiss your burning skin, while your neck moved to the side and a soft laugh escaped your lips. That sweet melody that I wanted to trap between my fingers. Then Jesse next to me moved his fingers, raising the drink he had been sipping earlier, with a sly smile as I lost sight of you. I looked at him momentarily and his right hand rested on the table in front of the night bar where we had sat to relax for a moment after that day's stressful work.

Jesse: There isn't a single one of hers that you haven't looked at.

His pretentious voice made me spread my legs and sit back on the chair, muttering something under my breath.

Ellie: Not that there's a single thing that isn't charming about her.

My eyebrows arched in an ironic expression as my fingers touched the cold glass, nervously. I opened my lips only when a full and fascinating head of hair approached us, bringing its fingers gently to the table.

User: Do any of you have a lighter?

Your eyes lit up with a confidence never seen before in any other girl while I looked down from your collarbones, enjoying the cleavage on your shirt like a hungry devil, capturing every piece of your skin. And in my head I promised myself to stop looking at your chest as if it were the reason for my sin. But I just... couldn't do it.

Your lips were captured by pearly teeth as you bent over the table slightly, playing rather dirty with the help of your eyes. I leaned forward, putting one foot on the floor and the other bent on the chair and my hair brushed your cheek. An evil laugh filled the room as I passed the lighter in front of your eyes

Ellie: Maybe that's what you meant? you can try asking me when you're not half naked.