The dense crowd didn't shield you from his gaze. Rugged, blonde, that wide Anglo-Saxon-type chin. It strobed in and out as lights flashed.

He was drinking you in—the low cut trousers, the sparkling top, the loose hair and looser attitude.You were already leaning against a wall, streamers tangled in your clothes, glitter all over your skin. All sounds and figures faded into the abyss as you stared at him until it felt like no one else was there. You knew this man, you worked with this man. What was he doing here? At a house party?

He stretched an index finger off the bottle, stroking down the bridge of your nose gently. Your skin felt like it glowed beneath his touch, teeth dragging your lower lip under them in response.

"God, you're gorgeous."