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"Not my boyfriend," she murmured over Hideaki's lips.
"Not your boyfriend...but I think I would do." He caught her lower lip on his teeth, tugged it, and gave it a nip.
Laurie in her drunken mind and the blinding lights with the deepening roared of the crowd over blasting sounds - didn't feel so alone.
In the arms of Hideaki, she was swaying to the song in her head, and his hands groped her ass as she swayed back and forth with him.
She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. She breathed a faint smell of Nicky's cologne from Hideaki's shirt. And for a moment, Laurie doesn't feel so broken.
She didn't say anything when Hideaki started kissing her neck in the middle of the dance floor. She just swayed to the music while her hands went under Hideaki's shirt, and started scratching his back in a slow manner.
With what she did, Hideaki went braver. His hand roamed to her naked back as soon as he took off her shirt from being tucked in her pants.
