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smoldered as they locked upon mine. Without hesitation she said, “You.”
    I paused knowing without a doubt that I’d misheard her. I leaned in again and yelled into her ear, a little louder this time, “No! I said what do you want?”
    I leaned my ear towards her, encouraging her to make her needs clearer. Her lips found their way to my ear and she softly nibbled as she said loud and clear, “I already told you. I want you .”
    I pulled away and looked at her, confused but strangely excited at the same time. I was wondering if my ears were playing tricks on me when Shane and Emma suddenly appeared next to us.
    “What the hell you guys?!” Emma shrieked in her drunken club-octave voice.
    My heart leapt to my throat knowing that we must have been caught. Elizabeth Sloan had just been nibbling on my freaking ear! Shane was going to kill me for starting drama when he had specifically urged me not to. I could protest my innocence but I knew he wouldn’t buy it.
    Emma drunkenly slung her arms over our shoulders. “We’ve been looking for you!” And with that I breathed a sigh of relief.
    “O-oh,” I stuttered. “We just came up here to grab some drinks for you guys!” I shared a look with Elizabeth, and even though the club was dark I could see that she was bright red with embarrassment.
    I ordered another round of shots and we immediately sucked them down. Then, without missing a beat, the girls dragged Shane and I back out onto the dance floor. In the few minutes we’d spent at the bar, the floor had become even more packed—forcing us closer than we had initially been.
    Emma and Shane immediately turned to dance together. As they turned, my back pressed against Shane’s and Elizabeth shared a look with me. Her eyes were full of desire as the bass thundered around us and she began swaying her hips to the beat. She was obviously on a mission, and she had lost her goddamn mind. ‘Blurred Lines’ by Robin Thicke thumped over the speakers and I couldn’t help but think of the irony of the situation. She pushed up against me, obviously hungry with lust. I prayed that Emma was too engrossed with her boy to notice that her sister had set her sights on me, and that I wasn’t doing anything to stop it.
    I clenched my jaw as Elizabeth turned her back, pushing her ass against me, she continued to rock back and forth to the music. I was slowly coming undone. I froze, my hands stiffly at my sides, and looked over my shoulder just to double-check that Emma was oblivious, which she was. While I was distracted, Elizabeth grabbed my forearms and wrapped them around her shoulders while she continued to shake her ass on me. I knew I should make her stop and I wanted to back away, but I couldn’t. And Shane’s presence behind me wasn’t the only thing preventing me from doing so. I felt myself pull her closer than imaginable and I began to reciprocate her dance moves without any further thought of the repercussions. It was just dancing. It couldn’t hurt, right?
    Wrong.
    The combination of the alcohol and ass grinding prevented me from really thinking about what I was doing. I knew better, but before long the music started to fade out and my lips found their way to her neck. I took a deep breath before pressing against her sweat-laden skin. She smelled like vanilla. Her hand found it’s way to my head and she gently tugged on my hair before spinning herself around in my arms. I felt Shane bump into my back and I quickly glanced over my shoulder again to ensure that they were still oblivious to what was going on, right under their noses. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that they were still having their own ‘Champagne Room’ moment and turned my attention back to Elizabeth, just in time for her hand to slide underneath the front of my shirt. I growled in response.
    Breathless, I leaned down to her ear. “What the fuck are you doing?” I questioned, half angry, half turned on beyond belief.
    “Something I’ve