Page 89 of We Are Yours

---

Bright.

Glossy.

Fucking beautiful.

She’s drunk.

It hit me like a hole to the head, all the substances I induced to forget.

I could touch it.

Taste it.

Feel it.

It was everywhere.

She smiled at me, and I swear it lit up the entire room.

It was her.

Me.

Us.

The bright lights and lasers were messing with my vision, making my eyes jitter and causing me to feel way more fucked up than I thought I was. My head spun to the DJ's music as the lights pulsed around us.

We stood there on the dance floor in a corner, away from prying eyes. I knew it’d make her more comfortable to be out of direct sight. We started dancing, bonding to the music's melody.

Every beat.

Every drop.

We were right there with it.

Music had always been our biggest connection. It didn’t matter what genre it was. We both respected its power. It made everything go away, and in the same breath, it made everything hit that much harder.

More intense.

More catastrophic.

Its seductive beat lured me to her. This song was made for sex.

Rough.

Dirty.

Desperate.

Sweaty sex.

I stared at her with the same swagger and confidence I always exuded. Another thing I liked about her was how she looked at me. Since the first time I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers. She had this magnetic pull that instantly drew me in.

It was deeper.

Real.

More meaningful.

---