Anne's POV
The pounding bass vibrates through my chest as Sasha and I sway together, lost in the wild rhythm of the club. The heat of the crowd presses in all around, but I only have eyes for the music and the freedom I feel in this moment.
"So, you said Lucas ignored you and let you go out alone?" Sasha yells over the thumping beat.
I laugh, throwing my hands up and spinning, the music loosening the tight grip of frustration inside me. "Yeah! He's always nagging, it's suffocating! Like some old man!" The words taste sweet on my tongue, the rebellion intoxicating.
Sasha grins, eyes sparkling as she scans the crowd. "Well… he is hot. You're lucky, Anne! Everyone wants him!"
I smirk, pride and defiance mingling. "I know! But honestly? He's way too boring. All he talks about are classes and assignments!" I roll my eyes, feeling the pulse of the music sync with my heartbeat.
Sasha's frown is playful disbelief. "What?! No way. I wouldn't want my boyfriend droning on about homework all night."
"Exactly! It's like I'm stuck pretending to be someone I'm not with him," I groan, letting the music carry away my worries.
"Forget him! Tonight's for us!" Sasha shouts, throwing her arms up and dancing wildly.
I laugh, my body moving with confidence and abandon. "Yeah! I'm going to lose myself tonight. No one can stop me!"
Then he appears-a tall, dark stranger, eyes locking on me with a slow, tantalizing intensity. His jaw is sharp, shoulders broad, and a tattoo snakes along his forearm. Trouble, I think with a smile curling my lips.
"Well, ladies," he says, voice smooth like velvet, "looks like you're having a good time. Mind if I join?"
I tilt my head, curiosity sparking. "I have a boyfriend," I say slowly, lips curving into something flirtatious.
Sasha bumps my shoulder. "Forget Lucas. Come on. Have a little fun."
I sigh dramatically, then give the stranger a slow, inviting smile. "Fine…"
His eyes flicker with amusement. "That's too bad," he murmurs, stepping closer. "But maybe... we can still enjoy the night."
"Maybe," I whisper, voice low and teasing. "My boyfriend's not here, after all."
Sasha winks and disappears into the crowd.
His hand extends. "Dance with me?"
I don't hesitate. "Sure, handsome."
The music pulses around us as we move together. His hand rests firmly on my waist, guiding me with practiced ease. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
"So…" I whisper, tilting my head. "What's your name?"
He watches my lips with a lazy smirk before answering, "John. And you're Anne, right? I heard your friend call your name."
"Mmhmm." I sway my hips against his, sinking deeper into the rhythm.
"And I'm here to have fun tonight." My heart races as I lean into him, daring and alive.
"Well then, let's make it unforgettable." His playful challenge lights a fire inside me, urging me to let go even more.
"Keep this between us, okay?" My finger traces a slow circle on his chest, my smile flirtatious as I lean closer, the club's vibrant energy swirling around us.
"Absolutely," John whispers, eyes dark with intrigue. "Our little secret is safe with me."
As we move to the beat, the world around us blurs. The club's laughter and music fade until it's just us. His hands glide confidently on my waist, guiding every movement.
My heart pounds, heat pooling beneath my skin. I lean in, lips brushing his ear, breath warm and electric. "I hope you know how to have fun, John," I tease, voice soft and playful.
"Oh, I have my ways," he replies, voice low and alluring. He pulls me closer, our bodies aligning perfectly. The music's beat matches the pulse racing between us.
I feel free, caught in the thrill of the night. "So, what's your idea of fun?" I ask, breath hitching as I meet his mischievous gaze.
John leans in, whispering against my skin, "How about we forget everything else for just a little while?" His fingers brush a stray hair behind my ear, lingering longer than necessary.
I bite my lip, smiling. "Sounds perfect." The flashing lights cast a romantic glow on us, the music pulsing like a heartbeat.
"Here's a secret," he murmurs conspiratorially. "I don't usually meet someone as captivating as you in a place like this." His gaze locks on mine, drinking in the sparkle in my eyes.
A thrill shoots through me, the weight of my earlier fights with Lucas melting away. I've always craved the unknown, and here I am, swaying with a man who promises just that.
"I have to admit, it feels nice to be wanted," I confess, leaning into the moment.
"Then let's make the most of it," he says, spinning me into a whirlwind before pulling me back into his embrace. Our breaths mingle, heat radiating between us. The way he holds me is electrifying and dangerous.
As we dance closer, the air thickens with temptation. I see the passion burning in John's eyes and shiver. I lean up, lips brushing his cheek-a silent invitation that charges the space between us.
His hand slides lower on my back, pulling me tighter as our breaths quicken. "What if I said I'd love to see more of you tonight?" His tone is playful but serious, sending a jolt of excitement through me.
"I think I'd like that," I whisper, heart pounding. The moment intoxicates me, making me forget all the rules.
John pulls me in tighter, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. This dance is more than movement-it's a soul-deep escape from reality.
Later, the world outside fades. One look, one unspoken agreement, and we slip into a dimly lit private room. Music pulses faintly beyond the door.
The click of the door shutting behind us is the last sound before our lips crash together in a heated rush. My back presses gently against the wall, breath hitching as John leans in, body warm and insistent.
"John…" I breathe between kisses, voice low and breathless.
His voice is a gravelly whisper, thick with desire. "Yes, sweetheart?"
I tangle my fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer. "You make me feel alive tonight," I murmur, lips brushing his with every word.