(Luke's point of view)
I see her coming inside the club, sit next to me at the bar and order some cocktails.
Long raven black hair that reaches her ass. I think she is Asian. Big dark brown eyes with a fire in them and I am dying to fucking burn. A small little button-like nose and a set of pink full lips that sits in an adorable pout. Did I just say adorable? Fuck! I am screwed.
She is talking to her friend animatedly about a book that she has just read and I can't bring myself to not overhear her conversation. Her voice is like honey, soft and sweet. Bet she tastes even sweeter. And her laugh, fucking hell. I swear it seems to light up the whole city. The way her lips curve when she smiles has got a certain part of my anatomy highly interested. Yeah buddy, I feel you.
"Like something you see?", Brad, my best buddy laughs beside me. That bastard. He knows I very much like what I see. "She is fucking beautiful.", I keep looking at her and reply. "You know, staring is rude. Go and talk to her man." "And prove what a fucking bastard I am. Nah, I'll pass.", he laughs at my reply and I punch him in the shoulder. Asshole.
And then she goes to dance and the way she is gyrating has got me wondering about her moves beneath the sheets. Don't go there buddy. Nope. Not a good time. She lifts her hands up in the air, like she has no fucking care in the world. And I know that she fucking doesn't, she showed up here in her sweats for fuck's sake. I think it also has something to do with the amount of alcohol she just consumed but whatever man, she is exhilarating.
And then it happens. A song starts playing, that I faintly recognize. And she moves, those fucking hips moves. She sways her hips and my eyes are glued to her and that dip on the ground has got me feeling like I would just combust if I keep looking at her like a fucking lost puppy. I look away and take a long swig of my whiskey. Shit!
Then she turns her head in my direction and my eyes lock with her for a second, a single fucking second. And just when I am about to go and maybe put my hands on her hips and feel her for a second before she leaves for the night, a bright light focuses on her and she freezes. There's her friend on the microphone saying something about her birthday. So, it is a surprise birthday trip and hence the sweats. Hmmm... Interesting.
After chatting up with her friend and dancing for hours she comes back and sits down beside me with a martini in her hand. And before I could stop myself I ask her for a drink and she politely refuses. Way to go, you fucking dick.
I try again, and this time I have some luck and she laughs at my excuse of a joke and accepts a drink. She is a lightweight and from her state, it's pretty clear that she is beyond drunk. And before some douche comes and take advantage of her I ask her if she'll go home with me and get a positive reply. Yeah, fucking drunk above her limits.
I leave her there for a minute, find her friend and tell her that I'm taking her friend home with me. She is also pretty tipsy and tells me to take care of her. I, then, bid Brad a good night and leave.
We call a cab, since she is way too intoxicated to go home in my bike. Although, it'd feel fucking good to have her at the back seat, holding onto me for dear life, her pretty little body pressed against mine. An image comes into my mind and all the blood in my body rushes south.
I give the cab guy my address and she snuggles up to me inside. And I hold her. Something is fucking wrong with me 'cause I'm fucking holding her. I don't do this shit. She tries to bring her full pink lips to mine and I try to dodge it. "Cupcake, you have to stop, or I'm not responsible for anything that happens later in the night.", I somehow grunt. "Who said anything about being responsible?", she replies seductively and I find myself kissing her. A guy can only take so much. Her lips are soft and sweet against mine, just like I imagined them to be. I feel like I am on the fucking clouds. She pulls on my lower lips and I lose the last amount of self-control that I possess. I bring my hands to her hips and start feeling up her ass. Fucking amazing.
Suddenly, there is coughing and I realise that the cab has come to a stop and so has this awesome making out session. I pay the guy, take her in my arms and go on my way upstairs to my apartment, but obviously, cupcake here, has different plans.
Just when we are at the corridor on my floor and I put her down to open the door of my apartment, she pukes in my neighbour's plant pot. To say I am shocked is the understatement of the century, I hold her hair back while she empties the contents of her guts. After she is done she mumbles something incoherent about being embarrassed. I chuckle lightly and bring her inside.
I take her to the washroom, change her clothes, which is a fucking difficult task because I don't remember the last time I undressed some girl and not looked at her. Why am I torturing myself like this again? Yeah, because I promised not to be a fucking douche. "You want to fuck me?", she giggles. Guess, she is a happy drinker. "Yes ma'am, but not tonight.", I clarify. She looks up at me with those innocent brown eyes and I am fucking enchanted. My clothes are huge on her and the sweatshirt comes down to her mid thighs. She looks cute, though.
"Let's take you to bed.", I smile and take her to my bed, since the other room has only got Fleur's little bed in it. She falls asleep instantly. And then I strip into my boxers and slide next to her and hold her. I think about the last time when I brought a girl home with me, let alone, just cuddle and sleep with her. Yeah never. And before I know it, I am falling into a deep slumber with big brown eyes in my mind and a very warm and soft body wrapped with mine.