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tonight we were heading to Loft Twenty-One for some ass shaking therapy. Loft Twenty-One is the hottest new club
college students went to in throes. I would have preferred hanging at her
apartment eating junk food and drawing, but Marissa is the queen of party and
having a good time. Her boyfriend, Joey is supposed to meet us there.
    Marissa and I hit the
dance floor. I rarely get a weekend to myself. Tonight is my treat to myself. I
love when Bailey goes to spend the weekend with her father. It gives me the
opportunity to be young and carefree without having to be responsible. I don’t
have to worry about paying bills, making sure she eats, or whatever chore that
needs to be done. So here I am shaking what my mama gave me to “Can’t Hold Us,”
by Macklemore. Half-way through the song Joey appears and squeezes in between
us. We start dancing with him. We are all laughing and having a good time until
Joey pulls Marissa flush to his body. This is my queue to head back to the bar
for something to drink. I sat on a stool at the bar. I ask for bottled water. I'm
sipping on my water while keeping an eye on Marissa and Joey." Really?
You're at a club drinking water?" Someone asked. I turn around and look
into Wyatt's beautiful brown eyes.
    "Don't you
know stalking is illegal in all fifty states?" I asked.
    "It's a public
place, pretty girl. Aren't you being a tad presumptuous thinking I'm following
you?" he countered.
    "Um...hello
did you not show up at the same theater we went to last night? You saw the same
movie we did. In fact you sat behind me. You didn't think I felt you touch my
hair? And now here you are. At the same club I'm in. Coincidence? I think
not," I huffed.
    "Did you know
you're cheeks turn a different shade of pink the more annoyed you get? It's
rather adorable. Oh and for the record you didn’t actually see the movie. You
left in the middle of the movie," he said.
    "Are you
always this annoying or does it come naturally to you?" I playfully asked.
    "I'm naturally
talented in different areas. If you like I can show you one of my many
extraordinary talents," he huskily replied while flexing those
mouth-watering biceps of his. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh.
    "Oh my God,
add cheesy to your repertoire," I said.
    "I like you
Rebel. You're cute and funny," He smiled and leaned closer to me. At his
close proximity I could smell his cologne and it was intoxicating causing me to
lean much closer to him than I wanted to.
    "You don't
know me well enough to like me," I replied.
    "I know enough
to like what I see," he said.
    "Oh, really?
Tell me Wyatt what do you like?" I asked.
    "I like
tattooing, titties and beer. I would like to see what you'd look like in red
lipstick, stilettos and one of my tattoo's," he whispered in my ear. His
words set me on fire. This guy is smooth. He has mad swag. His smile, those
eyes and his damn body has me in flames and my panties soaked.
    "Hmmm...You
make me wonder. Are you always this persistent or are you yanking my
chain?" I asked.
    "Life is all
about finding people who are your kind of crazy and you, Rebel are most
definitely my kind of crazy," he murmured. My panties are no longer soaked.
They are drenched. I'm afraid to move. I'm sure there will be a huge wet spot
on the stool I'm on. What makes matters worse is I haven't even kissed the guy.
I'm pretty sure if he kissed me we would both drown in my juices. Jesus, I need
to get a grip on my hormones. He inched closer to me invading the space between
my legs. He looked deeply into my eyes and cupped my face. He leaned down and
kissed me. He dragged his tongue sensually across my lips seeking entrance. I
threw caution to the wind and against my better judgment I opened my mouth and
kissed him back. He tasted of beer with a hint of mint. His tongue is pierced.
I’ve never kissed a guy who had a piercing in his tongue. It feels incredible. I
couldn't help myself and moaned into his mouth. The kiss went on. We were
oblivious of