"I've never gotten drunk before." I tell Karsen as we walk inside the club slash bar and he pulls me closer into his side as we pass through the throngs of people before leaning down and his lips just brush my ear when he speaks, "Would you like to?"

I look up to him, our faces so close and I nod almost sheepishly causing his lips to quirk up at the ends, "I'll be drink with you then, we'll be drunk together."

"How kind." I reply almost sarcastically, turning back around to see where I am walking so I don't trip and fall down onto the what is probably sticky as hell floor.

After last night, he really began to act like the day before hadn't happened, of course he was still flirty as ever, but he didn't kiss or touch me in anyway that showed that he had already been with me a little, intimately, before.

We acted like it hadn't happened, like it had simply been erased from both our minds, and we were back to our old selves, talking, teasing, we were us again.

"You know me, always amiable." He replies back.

I grin at that and he smirks back, pulling me to the bar and we get a tray of 12 shots, which was meant for six people, not two people who wanted to get drunk fast, but here we were anyway.

He takes one from the tray and I do too, so damn nervous for some reason, "Its just one Addy."

"Shut up." I mumble, bringing it to my lips, tipping it back when he does and I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste in my throat, grabbing a lemon slice and sucking on it without even so much as getting some salt on my hand first and he laughs at me.

"That burns like hell." I cough out with a scrunch of my nose and he rolls his eyes at me, "It's not meant to taste good Addy."

"Then why drink it?" I ask, putting the lemon slice down on the small little plate filled with lemon slices and toothpicks in plastic wrappers.

He shrugs at my question, "To feel good."

For some reason that makes me blush, but my hair covers my cheeks away from his sight as I get another shot.

I did want to feel good tonight.

I tip my head back and swallow the liquid, this one less strong and so I don't take the lemon, instead just enjoy it and he hums, "See? Not too bad."

I shrug, "Its okay." I say, looking to him with a smirk, pushing the tray over to him, "It's your turn now Krist."

===

After drinking all the shots, we were definitely treading on the edge of being drunk, and I was now laying my head on Summer's shoulder as I watched the guys get more drinks for all of us.

"You okay there?"

"Yes, just very, very damn well tired."

She snorts at my answer, "You'll be okay babe." She says, smiling as she takes my hand from her side and stands up, already pulling me over to where everyone was dancing to the music, "Let's dance."

"Im tired Sum, but also, I haven't really danced before." I admit but she just waves a hand in the air, dismissing my worries as she puts her hands over my waist and I put mines over her shoulders and she giggles when we finally find a spot to dance, even if we are sandwiched between other peoples bodies.

She turns me around and I blink, staring ahead, "Just sway your hips Adrienne." She says from behind me and I nod swaying my hips and she helps me with her hands guiding me, "Uh, is this fine?"

"You're a natural." She says, and I take it with pride because shes a literal dancer herself.

Moments later we're dancing together, getting sucked in amongst other people and letting our hands move down our bodies and into our hair, swaying our hips and laughing whenever we got shy.

But truth was, I was more shy than she was, she just knew it and thought my shyness was sweet.

It was a lot of fun, so much fun till my throat started to get dry and so I walked back over to the guys, but Karsen wasn't there and so I rose a brow in confusion.

"Where's Karsen?" I ask them and they shrug and I look to the table to see nothing but alcohol over it, and I needed something that wouldn't burn my throat right now.

Like a really big glass of water.

I look to the bar, walking to it to get some water just to see Karsen there... but he's not alone.

He's talking to the barmaid, a girl who looked right about around our age.

She leans closer to his face, her elbows propping her up and he smiles at her, moving back but he still smiled nonetheless.

I can't shake off the wave of jealousy that hits me as I walk closer to them, and I hate the way my stomach seems to drop at the sight of him with someone else.

What was going on with me?

"Hey." I chirp, looking over to her with a smile, "Can I get a water, please."

She looks away from Karsen, looking between him and I before she nods, sending me a fake smile, her lips just tilting up and it falls into a thin line before she even turns back, her eyes roll and I feel a little wave of satisfaction at her expression, a smirk tipping at my lips and I almost flip her off.

I look back to him and away from her back, and he's already looking at me.

He cocks his head to the side a little, definitely confused as to why i'd been so aloof, "What was that?"

"What?"

"That, your smirk."

I can't help my smile, I bite my lip to keep it down and look away but its too late because he had already seen it.

"You move on awfully quick." I let the worlds slip out, eyeing him like he's in the wrong but he isn't. I am. I know I am. But my words don't stop anyway.

"Who said I moved on?" He challenges me and I eye him, letting the alcohol in my system talk for me, "So you didn't?"

"Not even a little, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you when you were dancing with Summer minutes ago, so I came here." He says it casually but the way my body burns is anything but casual.

Its intense. Mostly confusing. Also intense.

"Oh?"

He hums leaning closer, "You look so fucking sexy like this."

My breath hitches, my cheeks definitely turning a light shade of red, "Like what?"

"Like you're jealous." He says, wiping beside my lips and I know its probably my lipstick but I almost jolt back at how close he is to me right now.

"I am not jealous."

He nods, "So I can take her back to the lake house and fuck her in our bed?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth my stomach drops.

I push his hand away from me and he smirks lightly, knowing he got me right where he wanted me, "Im kidding baby, come here."

I don't listen to him, I get up and push my hair over my shoulders, "You can go back with her Karsen." I say, turning back and walking away, hearing him call my name but I ignore it and walk through throngs of people, wanting to get back to Summer.

But instead, my heel catches onto something sticky on the floor and I stumble right against a guy, dropping not only his alcohol on himself.

But me too.

I gasp softly, hating how fucking clumsy I was and I try to rub at the alcohol on my dress but I needed a paper towel.

"Fuck." He hisses and I look up to him in horror, my eyes meeting a light hazel pair on a blonde guy, "Shit, sorry about your shirt." I say quickly and he looks to me, eyeing me, "It's okay, your dress is kinda ruined too, we're even."

I almost glare at that but he just smiles, looking around then nodding over somewhere and I turn back, looking to where he'd nodded over too.

"We can clean up there."

I turn back, looking over at him with a scoff, "You think Im gonna fall for that stranger?"

"My name is Brenton but I prefer Brent, and i'm not at all over someone, so don't worry, plus Im not really a stranger anymore because we're talking... whatever your name is."

I almost snort at the explanation but I take it with a roll of my eyes.

"Adrienne." I reply back before he takes my hand in his own, walking through the tons of people once again.

"Nice to meet you, wish it could've been under better circumstances, like something other than dropping alcohol on my white shirt."

"I agree." I reply, looking around, hoping that nobody I knew, like Karsen, would see us going over to the bathroom and get the wrong idea.

We walk through the long hallway till we reach the end where there were three doors and we're just about to split when he speaks, "See you some other time girl who spilled alcohol on me."

I sigh, "Hopefully not, since you'll never let me live that down."

He nods, "Yeah, literally never."

I giggle softly and he smiles, gently pushing my hair behind my ear before he turns around and walks into the men's bathroom.

I then walk my own way, walking into the women's bathroom, getting myself freshened up before I exit after using a few paper towels and some water to wipe over the spilt alcohol, but thankfully I was wearing a black dress so it didn't stain.

As soon as I walk out, he does too and I shoot him a look.

"Are you following me?"

"Thats awfully cocky of you to assume." He says, walking back to the bar side and I smirk, shrugging, "Im not so cocky, actually."

"Oh i'm sure you're not ms Adrienne." He replies sarcastically, sliding his hands into his pockets, and when we get out he turns to me, leaning down closer and I almost slap him because I assume he's gonna kiss me.

But he doesn't.

He sniffs and shrugs, "Well, you made a good effort."

I roll my eyes, "Very good actually."

He smirks, leaning back, pushing my hair behind my ear again before I can tell him I prefer it down. "Why do you do that?"

"You're pretty, keep it back."

I eye him and he rolls his eyes, "Platonically, of course."

"Of course, Brenton." I reply, already walking backwards, "Nice meeting you, under circumstances."

He smiles, "Under circumstances, yeah."

I smile gently, turning back around and walking to the table where I knew everyone was, just to see Summer eye me with a wiggle of her brows.

I don't say anything to her, I just sit beside Karsen and he looks to me, eyeing me for a second before he looks away, grabbing a bottle, and not looking at me again.

Hours pass, or maybe its just a few minutes, but I notice how quiet he is.

He's actually unusually quiet.

"Kars-"

Before I can finish my sentence he stands up, "Im gonna go." Was all he says to everyone before he walks away from us and my eyes widen.

What the hell?

Was he angry at me or something?

I didn't even do anything! He's the one who said he'd fuck the barmaid, I did nothing, just went to the bathroom with-

My eyes widen in realization.

He could've actually have seen me go to the bathroom with Brent.

Fuck.

I stood up, not bothering to let anyone know where I was going because he was already far ahead, walking through the hall to leave, probably to get out the back and when he opened the door and let it slam back behind him and I cussed because I had to run after him.

Today was not my fucking day.

I ran to the door, flinging it open before I yell his name and he turns back, hands in his pockets. "What Adrienne?"

"What's wrong." I ask him, walking closer and he stares at me, his eyes are dark with anger, so angry, like he wants to bend me over his knee and spank my ass for doing something, even if he had the wrong impression it makes me blush.

"Nothing happened... I just went to the bathroom to clean up because I dropped alcohol on the guy and myself, I didn't do anything with him." I say honestly, biting on my lip but the words tumble out anyway, "I want... you."

His eyes remain dark, but this time, it looks like its because he wants to tell me he wants me just as much as I do.

When I'm in front of him I put my hands on his shoulders and he looks down at me, I turn us and push him back till his against the wall before I get to the tips of my toes, kissing his jaw softly.

"I didn't do anything with him." I whisper softly, I kiss his neck, my toes hurting because I was on the tips of it to reach him but when his breathing picks up I completely forget about that ache.

I kiss his skin again, and again, kissing a trail down to his throat and he tilts his head back for me as I kiss from one side over to the other side.

I run my hands under his shirt and thats when he speaks, feeling my nails graze over his abs, "Fuck, Adrienne." He says my name breathily, and I keep kissing up his throat, liking how warm and soft his skin was under my lips and liking how his abs felt against my finger tips, every ridge and dip, how it tightened against my touch.

"Addy we're drunk."

I lean up and closer to him, "And really horny." I say into his ear, kissing him there and his hands move around to my waist, pulling me in closer to him, which doesn't at all match his words, "Someone could come outside baby, let's go back to the house."

"I want you now." I tell him softly, and he looks down to me, a gleam in his eyes, "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." I breathe and his hand slides up my body and to my jaw, and I lean into his touch, "You won't leave me?" He asks and I nod.

Even if I didn't want it to be him, I think it was always gonna be Karsen for me.

Our noses brush over, his lips graze mine and he kisses me softly before he moves back a little and I almost whine because its not enough.

"More." I murmur, leaning up, and his lips move down to mine and he presses our lips together again, gripping my jaw when our kisses deepen and I slide my tongue over his bottom lip, crazy over the taste of alcohol on his lips.

For some reason, it tasted better when the taste came from his mouth.

His tongue slides over mine and I suck it in, moaning at the feeling when his fingers on one hand press to my lower back as the other presses against my ass, bringing us impossibly closer.

My pebbled nipples brush over his chest and it aches for his tongue to lick over them like the night two days ago.

He pulls back a little, breathing heavily as he stares at my slightly parted lips, "The things I want to do to this mouth." He murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip, his mouth inches away from my mouth and I breathe softly, my body warming at my next words, "Like what Karsen?"

He swallows harshly, not saying but I already know because I was thinking about it too.

Could we do that here?

His hands slide into the back of my head and into my hair, tangling his fingers into it before he pulls me closer, kissing me again, his lips pressing harder into mine than before and I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me till there was practically no space between us.

Just how I wanted it. I didn't want to be far apart from him, ever.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He asks, moving us back, every step he takes forward, I take one back and when my back hits the other wall behind me look up to him and his eyes rake over all my features, admiring me, admiring what was his.

"I want you to touch me." I say softly, nervously and he swallows, nodding soon after, "Show me where."

I take his hand, sliding it up my thighs and his lips part, his eyes darkening immensely, "You want me to finger you in this alley Adrienne?" He asks, his words low, only for us to hear even if we're the only people here.

I nod, "Please." I murmur, kissing his lips softly, a short desperate peck, "I want it."

He slides his hand up my dress, pushing my panties to the side, "You sure, you really want this?"

I nod.

He pulls me closer by the back my neck and kisses me again as his fingers find my pussy and I gasp, he smirks, kissing down my neck and circling my nub before he dips his dinger into my wetness slowly, readying me for another finger.

"You're so wet Adrienne, so tight too." He whispers in my ear as he moves his finger deeper inside of me, "I can only imagine how good you'd feel wrapped around me."

"I want that." I breathe out and he hums, looking down to me, "You want me to fuck you baby?" He asks, tilting my head back and I nod, "I do."

"I will, only when we're sober, I want you to remember everything." He says, kissing me again and I almost whine because I want it now, "Tomorrow night?"

He smirks, "If thats what you want."

He slides another finger inside of me when his one is all the way in, and I whimper at the contact, our lips grazing as my own parts, my head falls back against the wall and his eager lips find my throat.

My knees wanting to give out every time his fingers slide into my core with a soft slapping sound and I gasp softly when he rubs my clit, his lips finding mine and he kisses me hard enough to leave me breathless.

Our eyes meet every time I open mine and I know he enjoys watching me be pleasured by him, he enjoys that I like it, that I want him. "You're staring." I whisper teasingly, our noses rubbing over and he nods, "You're so fucking hard not to stare at Adrienne, you look like a damn dream." He replies and I kiss him harder and he smiles against my lips, kissing me back till I'm weak in the damn knees.

"Your dream?"

"Hell yeah, only ever mine." He breathes and my stomach flips, I feel my legs grow shaky, my grip in his hair tightens, our kissing gets harder and he fingers me harder and I moan.

"Karsen." I moan his name, "I think- I think I'm coming." I breathe out, my eyes shutting so tight that I see stars behind my lids as I move my hips at the very same rhythm of his fingers, my hand darts down to his and he lets me hold it there.

I grip onto his wrist with both hands as I ride out my orgasm, my lips parted and soft whimpers leaving my mouth, pants, moans, kisses.

He goes harder and curls his fingers inside me and I can hardly breathe at the feeling.

Fuck.

Moments later after crying his name out I feel the stickiness against my inner thighs and I pant heavily. I drop my head to his shoulder, breathing even harder, his lips press to the side of my neck and I love it.

I love how close he is to me right now, how he kisses me, looks at me, I love it all.

I look up to him, and he looks down at me and I swallow hard, "That felt... really good Karsen." I say and he smirks, his eyes dark like he's ready to eat me whole and I think i'd let him if he ask nice enough, "Can I kiss you again?"

I nod and he takes his hand out my panties, setting them right back up my legs but when he brings them up and wipes his wet fingers over my lips my heart jumps in my throat.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth after and I don't have a chance to feel shy when his lips press to mine, and he slides his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself on his tongue and I shudder softly, licking his tongue before he moves back from me.

"You taste so good, don't you?" He whispers and I press my thighs painfully hard together as I nod, his hands sliding up my thighs and under my dress, my dress pulling up but I don't care.

He pulls me closer to him and he kisses down my neck, his fingers sliding over my already pebbled nipples, pressing down, pinching lightly and I bite my lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"I'd give anything to strip you of this dress right here Adrienne." He murmurs softly, "But I don't want to risk anyone else having the privilege of seeing you naked."