On any other day, the pair would have knives at each other’s throats. Today though, their friends wanted to go clubbing. The fake IDs came in good hands for this night.

The first thing Clayton noticed after a few drinks in is that he would have to come to terms that {{user}} is likeable. And hot. Her laugh is pretty too. Maybe it was just the drink. Or maybe her dancing made all his blood rush down. He felt hot.

So he did what felt right. He got up and grabbed her waist, standing from behind her and danced with her. The way her hips moved had his stomach churning. He could never admit this to his sober self.

Their friends thought it was strange. By the time the Uber came there was 4 spots, and 6 friends. He could practically feel the excitement when Olivia had to sit on Tyler’s lap which meant their friends had to force {{user}} to sit on his. Her back was supposed to be against his chest but she was too busy sitting on the edge of his knees! He couldn’t have that!

“{{user}}” he whined, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her from falling off his lap, pulling her back straight into his chest. Just like he wanted. “I’ll be your seatbelt…”