Bea's POV
Well, here we were, Steph and I, on the dance floor, looking for boys like we were on a mission from the universe. Grace had vanished into thin air to find Theo, leaving us to our own devices. And boy, was it shaping up to be an eventful night.
As we grooved to the music, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. Steph, on the other hand, was in her element, dancing like nobody was watching. I had to admit, her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon enough, I was letting loose and having fun.
Just as I was getting into the groove, a guy approached me and asked if I wanted to dance. I looked at Steph, who gave me an encouraging nod. "Go for it!" she said with a wink.
So, I took the guy's hand, and we started dancing together. The music was loud, and the dance floor was packed, but somehow, it felt like it was just the two of us.
As we danced, he got a little closer, and before I knew it, we were pressing up against each other like sardines in a can. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the idea.
Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Wanna go somewhere quieter?"
My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what he was suggesting. I mean, I was all for some fun on the dance floor, but taking things upstairs? That was a whole other level of boldness.
But there was something about him that made me want to say yes. Maybe it was the way he smiled, or the twinkle in his eyes. Or maybe it was just the excitement of the night getting to me.
So, I nodded, and we made our way upstairs. Now, before you get any wild ideas, let me clarify—we were just going to talk. Promise!
Once we found a quieter spot, we started chatting, and surprisingly, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about our favorite movies, embarrassing childhood stories, and, of course, our previous love lives.
He mentioned how his ex-girlfriend used to cheat on him, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Wow, that's terrible," I said, trying to stifle my giggles.
He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, it was pretty awful. But hey, at least I have some great stories to tell now."
I nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "Well, let me tell you, I've had my fair share of dating disasters too."
We laughed together, bonding over our shared experiences of love and heartbreak. It was strange, opening up to someone I had just met, but there was a certain freedom in it too.
It felt like we were in our own little bubble, shielded from the world outside.
"I'm really enjoying your company," I said, surprising even myself with my honesty.
He smiled, a warmth in his eyes. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm enjoying yours too."
Alright, I have to admit, things were getting a bit steamy with Luca. But hey, it was all in good fun, right? He asked if he could put his hand on my thigh, and I was like, "Sure, why not? Thanks for asking!" I mean, who knew that asking for permission could be such a turn-on?
Then he went on to ask if he could put his hand on my face, and I nodded like, "Go for it, Luca!" I mean, it was all innocent enough, right? Plus, he had a way of making it all feel so flirty and playful.
"Bea," I said, offering my name to this charming stranger.
And then he told me his name was Luca. "Luca," I repeated, giving his name a playful twist. "I like the way it sounds in my mouth."
Okay, so maybe that came out a bit more flirtatious than I intended, but hey, he seemed to like it.
And then, before I knew it, he leaned in for a kiss. And let me tell you, it was like fireworks exploding in the room. The world around us disappeared, and all I could feel was the softness of his lips against mine.
But just as things were heating up, the door swung open, and in walked-
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Josh's POV
I stumbled into the party, barely able to keep my balance. I had one goal in mind and that was to find Bea. I had to admit, I was in a bit of a state. I had been drinking far too much, and I was way too drunk for a Saturday night. But that wasn't my biggest problem.
Bea and I had a conversation earlier in the day that made me go fucking crazy. So what did I do? I went to the nearest bar and drank until I couldn't think straight.
As I stumbled through the party, I asked everyone if they had seen Bea. I was desperate to find her. Finally, I found Steph in the corner and she told me that Bea had gone upstairs with some boy.
Without a second thought, I ran up the stairs and into the room Bea was in. I saw a boy with his hands on her and I didn't hesitate. I pulled him away from her and shouted, "Don't ever touch her again. I'm the only one who touches her."
The poor boy looked like he was caught in a bad rom-com scene, totally confused and unsure of how to respond. I mean, I can't blame the guy—I was pretty much acting like a lovable, drunk, mess.
Bea looked at me in surprise, but I ignored her and grabbed her hand. I pulled her away from the party and out into the night.
It was only when we were away from the party that I realized what I had done. I had broken my sober streak and embarrassed myself in front of Bea and her friends. But at least I had stood up for her. That was something, right?
I heard someone running up after us and it was the fucking boy himself-
"You alright, Bea?" the boy asked her, completely ignoring the fact that I was still there, acting like a fool.
Bea assured him she was okay, and he went on to kiss her and suggest she goes back inside to stay warm.
Well, that just fueled the fucking fire inside me.
I couldn't help myself—I opened my mouth before my brain could stop me. "I suggest you tell her it's over when you go back inside. Why did you have your hands on her? Only I can touch her. How dare you do that!" I declared, probably sounding like some crazed soap opera character.
The boy, bless his heart, actually had the nerve to respond with a smirk. "That's a bit protective of you."
"And you'd be protective too if another random boy had his hands on the love of your life," I retorted.
Oh, well, wasn't this just a delightfully awkward situation? Here I was, trying to act all protective and assertive, and this cheeky boy had the audacity to respond with some over-the-top bravado. I couldn't help but roll my eyes internally—game on.
He smirked at me, clearly enjoying getting under my skin. "I hope you know I'm going to go back inside and kiss her again, right? And then I'll probably get her number and maybe even sleep with her after that."
Oh, this guy was really pushing my buttons. But instead of letting him get to me, I decided to embrace the absurdity of it all. I mean, come on, who talks like that?
I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "Oh, wow, you're really laying it on thick, huh? Good luck with all that," I said, trying my best to sound calm.
Deep down, I knew I had no control over what Bea chose to do. I mean, she was her own person, and I had no right to dictate her choices or actions. But hey, a little friendly competition couldn't hurt, right?
"Sure, go ahead and try your luck," I continued, smirking right back at him. "But let me tell you, she's not that easy to impress. It's going to take more than a few smooth lines to win her over."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not backing down from the challenge. "Is that so? Well, I guess we'll see, won't we?"
Oh, it was on.