| 🎵 BLURRED LINES - ROBIN THICKE, T.I., PHARRELL WILLIAMS

Music blared through the speakers full volume. The club was packed. Bodies stuck together, the smell of alcohol filling your senses as you danced with Rafe — the both of you drunk.

'The way you grab me'

Your back was pressed against Rafe's chest, his hands gripping your waist. Your hips swayed with the music as Rafe lowered his head, lips ghosting over your neck. You ran your hands over yourself, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

'Must wanna get nasty'

Rafe's lips attached to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin before he started licking doglishly at the soft flesh. Your body moved effortlessly with the music as lights flashed.

Two hours ago, you and Rafe would've gagged if you both found out this was how you were gonna spend your night. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the tension in the air that started it. You didn't know.

A million thoughts raced through your drunken mind. Was this a one time thing? Were you together? In a week would this all be forgotten? You knew that didn't matter.

But what did matter was you and him. Tonight.