's po

You know what you need? A night out. Let's go

ow, skeptical. "C

can dance, drink, and just let loose. You need

gy. Maybe Jesse was right. Maybe a night out was

. "But just for tonight, let's for

xcitement, already pl

ter dress. "No, no, no," she said, discarding each one

f excitement build up. "You'

lly. Now, let's find you a dress t

ound the perfect dress - a stunning red number

g," Jesse said, handi

f confidence wash over me. I was ready to

makeup brush, enhancing my fea

dmiring her handiwork. "The way the bronzer brings

Jesse's words were like a balm to my soul, soothing

looked stunning. The makeup highlighted my bes

giving her a hug. "You'

de, and we were ready

the dance floor, waving me over. We took a break

she said, clinking he

y down my throat. I wasn't much of a drinker, and

bling slightly. "I t

Come on, let's dance it off," she sa

lashing. I felt like I was spinning out o

hibitions. That's when I saw him - a handsome stranger with piercing eyes and chiseled featur

ye and smiled. Before I knew it, he was dancin

together. Who was this mysterious stranger, an

us, and I felt like I wa

at I'd seen him before. His features seemed familiar, and yet... d

me - he looked like Augustus, but different. The

hands on my waist, and I f

e asked, his voice

e. Was it just the alcohol playing tricks on me,

ould see right through me. I wondered if he was still play

elt a sense of unease. Was I just a

read his expression. But his fac

I asked, trying to

led, and my hear

ivers down my spine. "You don't remember me, sweet

w him? I racked my brain, trying to

it embarrassed. "I'm sorr

glimmer of something else in his eyes. But then, he sm

ke I was floating above my body. The

ht me, holding me steady. "Hey, are you ok

the haze. But my head was fuzz

t see i

t it-his l

arm. Un

hing s

I kissed him back. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. The air between u

s he,

e a beginning... and

brush against mine, my chest rose with the weight of everyt

meant. But I knew-noth

tation, no apology. Just raw possession

d it. All I could feel was him. His grip on my wrist was firm, urgent, but

der. My back brushed the cool plastered wall as we moved, his mouth still claiming mine like he

e silenced the question with another

as if none of them mattered except one. My heels clicke

ame. Should've remembered who I was before his

I di

didn't want to be carefu

w, I knew.