'There ain't no hope in a homeless heart'

"Didn't you say you were going to see him this weekend?" Anna yells over the thumping of the club music. We had made our way over to a booth to talk, but it was still difficult.

"There is always tomorrow, tonight is girl's night!" I take another large sip of my vodka and raspberry. It was our first girl's night as just a three, it was definitely strange not having Chantelle, but I knew I could never forgive her. Nora still talks to her but Anna hasn't replied to any of her messages.

"Please! Look at Nora!" Anna points and my direction moves to the clustered dancefloor, where Nora grinds against a tall dark-haired guy. Good for her. She never lets her hair down, always burying herself in her study. "And I have been giving that guy over there cock eyes for the last ten minutes," my attention then moves to two booths down from ours. A guy is sipping his drink with his eyes only on Anna. "So spare me the girls night excuse, because we are all getting dick tonight!"

I roll my eyes at her. Anna after tequila is always a wild card. "Just message him," she suggests.

"Fine!" I say dramatically, but really; I did want to see him. I send him the club address with a winky face at the end. Dear god I must be drunk.

"Should we do another round of shots?" Anna says with way too much energy.

"Fuck it, I'm in!" Her energy has a way of rubbing off onto others, it was something that Anna had always been gifted with. She could lift the mood of any room.

We move to the bar, ordering another round of tequila shots. "Tyson is going to die when he sees you in this dress! He is used to jeans and shirts," Anna says while smacking my butt. It was true, this is definitely the most revealing outfit I have worn around him. The tight, short red dress didn't go down long enough, or hide enough of my chest as I would usually like. But on the odd occasion, I do like to dress like a girl, especially with Anna shoving the dress in my face, telling me that if I don't wear it, she wouldn't come to girl's night.

"When are you going to make a move on hot booth guy?" I ask as the bar guy lines our shots up.

"Oh he will come to me," she winks before clinking her shot against mine. I hate tequila. It burns and leaves a shitty taste in your mouth, but it also made me feel incredibly invincible; something other alcohol can never seem to achieve.

We join Nora on the dancefloor, she squeals when we come on, but she doesn't break away from the tall guy behind her though. It doesn't take long for hot booth guy to start dancing with Anna, and I am left in the crowd, dancing between warm bodies. I didn't mind though, getting lost in the music with every sway of my hips, I felt free. Free from the demons that like to play in my head, but tonight it's like they took a vacation. Happiness grows in the bottom of my stomach, maybe it's just the alcohol; but I was having fun.

Arms embrace my waist from behind, and my first instinct is to push them away; but then the smell takes over. His smell.

He buries his face into my neck, and I put my hand in his hair to bring him closer. "You are so fucking stunning!"

His hips match mine as we move together, his cock pressing constantly against my ass, add that mixed with the tequila; meant I wanted nothing more than to take him into a bathroom stall.

I turn my body to face him, my mouth smiling against his before I kiss him hard, sliding my tongue straight in, his hands move down to cup my ass; and my moan is drowned out by the loud music. Did I really just moan over an ass squeeze?

He breaks away from our kiss and moves his lips to my ear, "I'm so fucking hard!"

I bite my bottom lip and let my hand slowly travel down his hard stomach before feeling his cock pressed hard against his black, skinny jeans. His eyes flutter shut from my touch. "Can we leave?" I beg.

He nods his head with pleading eyes, he is just as desperate as I am. I tear Anna away from her guy and use hand signals to let her know I'm leaving with Tyson; she gives me the thumbs up before turning her attention back to him.

Getting outside, I feel wobbly with the fresh air. "Where's your bike?"

"I walked, I have had a little too much to drink," Tyson says before pinning me against an outside wall. He kisses me fast and my brain becomes putty.

I pull away from him, "how are we getting to yours or mine?" All I want is to be alone with him and to explore parts of each other we haven't done yet.

"I'm staying at a place not far from here, like a two-minute walk," he smiles with eyes a little drunk.

"Okay," I smile back. He is too adorable drunk. "What were you doing tonight?" I ask as we walk side by side.

He entwines his fingers with mine, something so simple yet my heart is ready to burst out of my chest. "I was at a bar not far from here with a mate. I nearly thought you had forgot that we were going to see each other this weekend."

"That would be impossible," I say and he stops in his tracks, forcing me to stop with him.

His hand moves to caress my cheek. "Why do you say things like that?" he says as cars drive pass us.

"What things?" My mind feeling blurry with the way his eyes bore into mine.

"Things that stir feelings inside me that I thought didn't exist," he admits.

I pause as he watches me and I him. The busiest world around us, but all he sees is me; it could only be him and I. "Because you stir feelings inside me that I thought were dead."