The bass from the club speakers flowed through your body, causing you to move your hips in time to the beat. Your best friend, Sarah danced next to you. Both of you were a sweaty mix, having been dancing non-stop since you’d arrived at the packed club.

A night out with your best friend was exactly what you’d needed tonight, after you’d had another fight with your boyfriend, Rafe. You’d stormed out of his house earlier that night, and immediately called Sarah. You’d stormed were determined to forget about him for the night.

But of course Rafe had other plans. Your phone had been ringing pretty much nonstop since you’d left him. You wanted him to stop calling. You didn’t want to think anymore.

Your phone buzzes in your hand again. Sarah looks at it with a knowing look, rolling her eyes. You take a sip from your champagne, sigh and finally accept Rafe’s call.

“Baby, finally” he says when you pick up, his voice sounds irritated and also slightly worried.

“Stop telephoning me. I’m kind of busy” you yell into the phone, continuing to sway to the music.

“Where the hell are you?” He growls down the line.

“What did you say? You’re breaking up on me. Sorry I cannot hear you, I’m kind of busy” you end the call and slide the phone back into your purse. It immediately starts vibrating, but you ignore it; instead concentrating on your dance moves.

A half an hour later, you and Sarah are still dancing, surrounded by a throng of admiring males. You’d almost forgotten your brief call with Rafe, too consumed with the feeling of freedom dancing with your best friend gave you. Like you’d left your head and your heart on the dance floor.

Just when you start to think you’d like to get another drink, you see someone shoving their way through the crowd. Your eyes land on Rafe, and your stomach sinks. Great. Of course he’d tracked you down.

His expression is thunderous. He’s looking at the guys like he’ll kick their asses, and at you like he’s ready to throw you over his shoulder and drag you out of the club.