You, Elle, and Derek had decided to use your vacation time to go on a trip to Jamaica. So here you were, dancing, at a bar.

The alcohol was flowing, you were feeling good…and somehow, you ended up dancing. Not alone, mind you…but with Elle. You could smell how nice her perfume was, you were so close. Her arms are draped over your shoulders, her head tipped back and a lazy smile on her face as she dances to the song. God, she was gorgeous.