Olivia’s POV
The mont we stepped into the club, I knew it. I just knew this was a terrible idea.
The place was fully packed. Bodies pressed against bodies, the bass so loud I could feel it vibrating in my chest. The air was thick with alcohol, making it hard to breathe.
And suddenly, I was right back there. Right back at that concert where I’d first t my stranger. Where he’d appeared out of nowhere, and fucked senseless.
What if he’s here?
What if he ca? Besides, this is exactly the kind of place he’d approach ? What if he’s watching right now, waiting for the right mont?
He loved . He’d said it. People who didn’t love you wouldn’t constantly check on your wellbeing.
So he’d co. He would definitely co.
Please co. Please forgive for yelling at you. Please...
"THIS IS AMAZING!" Kira was already moving, her body swaying to the beat, her face lit up with pure joy. She grabbed my hand. "Co on! Let’s dance!"
"I need to sit!" I yelled back over the loud music. "Rember? Electrocuted? Weak? Can’t stand for too long?"
"Right! Okay!" Kira’s face fell slightly, but she nodded. "Find sowhere comfortable! I’ll check on you!"
"Kira!" I grabbed her arm before she could disappear into the crowd. "We’re here TOGETHER! Don’t forget about ! Don’t abandon in this crowd!"
"I PROMISE!" she yelled back, already moving toward the dance floor. "I’ll check on you every few minutes! Just sit and relax!"
And then she was gone, rging with the others, leaving standing alone near the entrance feeling like an idiot.
I looked around, looking for sowhere to sit - sowhere visible enough that my stranger could find , but not too exposed.
You ARE desperate, girl. You’re literally staging an ambush for a man you can’t even identify.
I found a comfortable-looking sofa that wasn’t too close to the speakers, with a clear view of the dance floor, and empty except for a few scattered drinks on the table.
Perfect.
If my stranger wanted to join , there was plenty of room. Plenty of space for him to slide in beside and wrap his arm around my shoulders and tell he forgave for being dramatic and...
Stop it. You’re being pathetic.
I settled onto the sofa, pulled out my phone, and tried to look casual. Just a girl sitting alone at a club, scrolling through her phone, definitely not scanning the crowd for a man in a hoodie or so other disguise.
Minutes ticked by. Five. Ten. Fifteen.
People walked past. n approached occasionally... "Hey beautiful, want to dance?" ...but none of them were him. None of them had that presence, that energy that made my entire body co alive.
I was starting to contemplate moving to a darker corner - maybe sowhere more secluded where he’d feel comfortable approaching - when soone sat down beside .
"Can I buy you a drink?"
My heart leaped. I turned, fully expecting to see a man in a hoodie or so kind of disguise.
Instead, I saw Ken sitting there, grinning like a goat.
"Fancy eting you here," he said, his eyes traveling over my body in a way that made my skin crawl. "And looking so beautiful. So very... female."
No. No no no. Not him. Anyone but him.
I imdiately turned away, directing my gaze toward the dance floor, desperately searching for Kira or an escape route or literally anything that would get away from this situation.
That’s when I saw him.
Just his back. Tall, broad, powerful. He was standing behind so guy who was dancing directly behind Kira, and sothing about his posture - the way he was standing perfectly still in the middle of all that movent - made my breath catch.
Is that...?
I watched, transfixed, as he reached out and tapped the guy dancing with Kira on the shoulder. Even from this distance, I could see the guy turn, see whatever expression was on the strange man’s face, and imdiately step aside.
And then...
He wrapped his arms around Kira from behind.
What the FUCK?
That was Kira. MY best friend Kira. And so man was hugging her from behind just like it’d happened to at the concert.
"Did you hear what I said?" Ken’s voice cut through my thoughts. "I said I’d like to buy you a drink. We should talk about our arrangent."
I barely heard him. I was already standing up, my entire focus on getting to Kira, on figuring out who that man was and why he was touching my best friend.
But Ken’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling back down onto the sofa with enough force that I gasped in pain.
"I’m talking to you," he said, his face turning serious. "It’s rude to walk away when soone’s talking to you, Olivia."
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Kira’s POV
I was dancing like my life depended on it.
The music was incredible. My body moved, hips swaying, arms in the air, completely lost in the mont.
This was exactly what I needed. No thinking about Eddy or Kennedy or Damien or any of the complicated n in my life. Just movent and music and the sweet, sweet release of not giving a damn about anything.
Soone was dancing behind - there was always soone dancing behind you at clubs like this. I didn’t bother turning to look. That’s how it worked. You danced near people, with people, around people, all without ever really acknowledging them.
But then I felt the person behind shift.
And suddenly, different arms were wrapping around from behind. Not just dancing close, but actually holding . Possessively. Intimately.
Hell no.
Dancing was fine. Dancing close was fine. But actual touching? Wrapping your arms around like you owned ?
Absolutely not.
Without thinking, I drove my elbow backward into whoever’s stomach with all the force I could muster.
"OOF!"
The arms released imdiately, and I spun around, ready to deliver more blows.
"You can dance near but you do NOT get to..."
The words died in my throat when I saw who it was.
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