14| Drunk Dancing

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Sara puts her arms around my neck and I put mine on her waist. We start grinding against each other, I smack her ass and she squeezes my boob.

The three shots I downed are effecting me faster than usual. I have only eaten breakfast and a granola bar because I was so consumed with drawing.

Alex come behind Sara and puts his hands on her hips and says something in her ear. She starts grinding her ass against him. Sara soon forgets I'm next to her so I just sway my hips to the beat of the sensual song.

I feel hands land on my hips and hold tightly. I don't have to turn around to know who it is. The sexy and pine scent I've grown to like, is enough to tell me that Luca is behind me.

I feel his breath hot on my ear, it sends tingles through my whole body.

"You look so fucking beautiful dancing like this." He growls.

I push my ass back against his lower region and I feel a big bulge. I hear him swear in a foreign language in my ear. His right hand slides and lands on my stomach, I wrap one arm around his neck. We start moving to the beat of the song.

Sara catches my eye and she winks.

I turn around to see his face and I'm greeted with the best smile I've ever seen. When the song changes to a more upbeat rhythm I whisper in his ear, "let's get a drink."

The kitchen is packed with people. I zig zag between them while still holding Luca's hand so we don't get separated by the drunk students.

"Did you already do shots?" I ask him. He shakes his head so I fill up three shots and hand him two. We clink out glasses and he drowns both of them before I even put mine back on the counter.

"Damn!" I mutter. I've never seen Luca even remotely close to getting drunk. He mostly is just slightly buzzed.

He motions with his head for me to follow him. He walks back to the dance floor. He grabs my hands and puts them around his shoulder and then he rests his hands on my waist.

I loose track of how long we dance together. Luca whipped out some pretty nice dance moves. He did the robot and taught me how to do it. We would laugh from how silly and off beat we looked and then the next moment we would be pressed together so close I could feel his heartbeat. Luca is a pretty good dancer, he did some moves that look like samba or cha cha.

"I think I can skip my workout tomorrow from all the dancing we did." I say as I search for an empty chair in the back yard. I see a vacant one at the back, I walk to it and when I'm one foot in front of it Luca plops down in it. I put my hands on my hips and give him a mean look for taking my seat. He grins.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer, he turn my body side ways and puts some pressure in his grib until I'm sitting in his lap.

"This way we can both sit." He pushes my hair behind my shoulder and frowns. "Did my hickey already fade?" His voice is a little slower than usual.

"You can still see it a bit but I put makeup on it." He licks his thumb and drags it across the spot where his mark is supposed to be, he begins rubbing off the concealer. I squeal and smack his hand away. "Stop."

Our movements are slowed down from all the shots we had.

He grabs both wrists in one hand and rests them on my thigh. I try to free my hands but his hold is strong, and honestly I don't have the energy to.

He keeps rubbing until a self satisfied smirk stretches across his face. He dips down, kisses the hickey then taps the top of my nose.

"I though you weren't gonna show up but I guess you were preoccupied."

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