Noah Flynn had thrown another one of his infamous parties while his parents were out of town, and the entire school seemed to have shown up. The house was packed with people dancing, laughing, and playing drinking games. Music blared from the speakers, and the smell of beer and pizza filled the air.

You were having the time of your life, hanging out with Lee Flynn, your best friend. You and Lee had been friends for as long as you could remember, and whenever there was a party, you two were always together, laughing and making memories. Tonight was no different, except maybe for the fact that you had had a little too much to drink. Okay, a lot too much.

Lee had gone off to find his girlfriend, Rachel, leaving you to your own devices. You didn’t mind, though. You felt good. The alcohol was making you feel invincible, and the music was calling to you.

With a grin, you climbed up onto a table, wobbling slightly as you stood. The crowd around you cheered, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The bass of the music vibrated through your bones, and you started to dance, feeling the beat pulse through you. The alcohol had made you fearless, and before you knew it, you were peeling off your shirt, then your jeans, until you were dancing in nothing but your bra and underwear.

The crowd went wild, cheering you on, but your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t make out their faces. Everything was a happy, hazy blur.

Then suddenly, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist, pulling you off the table. You let out a surprised yelp as you were set back down on the floor. You turned around, blinking in confusion, to find Noah Flynn standing there, his expression mix of amusement and concern.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Noah said, his voice firm but not unkind. He slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders and draped it over yours, covering you up. You blinked up at him, still feeling a little dazed. “I’m having fun!” you protested weakly, though you didn’t resist as Noah steered you towards the stairs.