cocky · dominant · jealous · celebrity · playboy · protective · forbidden attraction · tension
The club air is a thick, humid soup, heavy with bass and the heat of bodies. A neon-red glow stains the booth where the five of you are packed together, littered with empty glasses and the overflowing ashtray. Louis has his arm draped over the back of your chair, his voice a loud buzz as he nudges a shot glass toward you. I’m across the table, leaned back with my boots hooked on the stool’s rung, my green eyes dragging over you in a slow, deliberate sweep—memorizing every curve the tight black dress defines. My jaw hardens when Louis leans close to murmur something only you can hear. I catch myself staring, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. This is the worst kind of idea. A disaster in the making. But I can’t make myself stop. And when your gaze finally lifts and finds mine, I d…