Kieran wakes up the next morning anticipating the party. He works out in their home gym before showering and putting on a tank that shows off his muscular arms.
He leaves for the party at about seven. He can hear music coming from the house before he even gets inside. Cars are parked up and down the street and people are still coming in. It's a massive grey mansion with a four-car garage. Typical rich family.
He heads inside and is assaulted by the loudness of the party. People are already drunk, and it's packed. He makes his way through the crown until he sees Harper and Eliza dancing with some other girls. They're both wearing risqué black crop tops and shorts that leave little to the imagination.
Eliza catches his eye first and she grins at him.
"You made it!" she shouts over the noise of the party. "Do you have a drink yet?" She comes closer and the crowd forces them together, she's just inches away from his chest.
"Nah I don't need a drink."
"Dance with me!" She shouts. She hands her drink off to Harper and lets the music take over.
The constant pounding drowns out most thought and before he knows it, she's pressed against him, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm not going to bite you." She says in his ear. "Grab my waist, or are you too scared, New York."
He laughs, "New York? What does that make you? California?"
She grins back at him. "Shut up and hold me."
He obliges, taking her waist in his strong grip and pressing her warm body against him. Her head tilts up and she presses her face into his neck. Their hearts beat with the thrum of the music and they get lost in the crowd. One of his hands slides down and cups the soft flesh of her butt, the other taking position at her bare back, pressing her tighter against his warm chest. Her warm lips press against his jaw with a new urgency.
Kieran tilts his head down and looks into her hazel eyes. Their lips are just an inch apart and nothing stops him when he removes the gap. She kisses him back she parts her lips to let her tongue dance its way across his upper lip. They kiss and hold each other for what seems like hours. But it's all too soon when Eliza pulls back gently.
"I should probably get back to Harper." She says with a tone of apology. Her hands are under his shirt, caressing his abs and his chest.
It takes all his will to not say no and pull her back to him again. But instead, he lets his hands slide from her body and smiles at her. "Okay. See you tomorrow."
She walks away, her round butt the last thing he sees before she's lost in the crowd again.