Sophie's POV:
After many drinks had been consumed, I had suddenly found myself lost in that misted mindset where I wasn't all that sure what was going on around me. One thing I knew for sure though, was that the music was pounding, almost deafening to my ears and the pretty faced male was still very much in my presence.
After many drinks had been consumed, I had suddenly found myself lost in that misted mindset where I wasn't all that sure what was going on around me. One thing I knew for sure though, was that the music was pounding, almost deafening to my ears and the pretty faced male was still very much in my presence.
After I had walked away
earlier with every intention of not speaking to him again, things hadn’t quite
gone my way. Matt had been persistent and as much as I wanted to have enough
willpower to keep him at bay, I failed miserably.
“How come I’ve never seen you
around before now?” Matt asked, his own voice sounding slightly slurred.
He was leaning himself up
against the wall and I was very much convinced that it was because he wouldn’t
be able to stand if he let go.
“Because I don’t make ‘bumping into gang members’ part of my
daily routine.” I bit back, finding some power within me to keep pushing this
guy away.
“I bet you’re regretting that
now.”
“Not really.”
Matt’s eyes seemed to linger
on me for an extended amount of time. At first, I was slightly concerned I had
truly offended him, but I soon realised where his eyes had fallen.
“You know, my face is up here,
right?” I raised my brows accusingly and watched as his gaze drifted up once
again.
“Fully aware.” He confirmed
but I didn’t know who he was trying to convince here.
“I’d appreciate you actually
holding a bit of eye contact then, rather than staring at my boobs.”
It was difficult to miss the
smile sweeping its way across Matt’s whole face. However, it was even more
difficult to ignore the effort he was putting in to fight temptation and not
look down again.
Just as I was certain he was
going to fail, he miraculously found a method of distraction in the
conversation we had previously been having.
“Why are you so against the
world of gangs? You really hate us, don’t you?”
“Hate is a strong word.” I
began, while really considering how else I could put it. “…but yeah, I guess it
fits.”
“Ouch. I guess I’ve got a lot
of work to put in before you consider this ‘pretty
face’ worthy of your time.” Matt retaliated and although his eyes had
drifted from my face again, I couldn’t help but feel slightly more attracted to
this guy then I wanted to be.
I had a boyfriend… kind of.
We were pretty unpredictable and never really knew where we stood but he was
still my boyfriend nevertheless. That meant that this pretty faced gang guy was
supposed to be the least of my concerns tonight, while Isabella should have
been my top priority.
I didn’t even know where she
was at this point and I was the one who had been assigned the key role of
keeping her out of trouble. I was supposed to despise this group of males who
called themselves a gang. I was supposed to find them revolting and only see
pure trouble but somehow, this persistent guy was changing my mind.
He was cocky, but he was
sweet. He was overly persistent, but he made it look hot. I should have just
walked away, grabbed Isabella and got out of here but I wanted to stay. I
wanted to actually enjoy this night and I wanted this pretty faced gang member
to be the one to show me that.
“Why don’t you get me another
drink and we’ll see if you can change my mind.” I said with a suggestive smile
over my face, which I was desperately hoping he would pick up on.
“You’re actually trusting me
to get you a drink now? Damn! I’m winning you over fast.” Matt responded with
genuine excitement in his voice, leading right through his body. He had a skip
to his step as he immediately began making his way to the kitchen area.
“Don’t make me regret it.”
“You won’t.”
I hovered in the doorway of
the kitchen while Matt barged through his fellow gang members to reach the
drinks. I could sense many gazes falling on me, but my eyes were focused on
Matt. It was bothering me so much that he wasn’t anything like I expected him
to be. I wanted to dislike him. That was what I was here to do. I was meant to
be frowning upon every single gang member in this room, so that Isabella
realised George wasn’t worth her time.
Instead, here I was getting
lured in by some guy all because I thought he was kind of hot, and had a face
that looked like it had been carved by the angels. I was desperately trying to
remind myself of Alec and make myself realise that there was no need for some
gang member when I had him just a phone call away. However, for some reason
that didn’t feel like enough. I was curious and that was making it difficult to
say no.
Now I was truly beginning to
understand how Isabella felt.
“Drink up.” Matt mocked as he
passed the drink my way.
“What is it?” My eyes fell to
the glass that I was now holding in my hand.
“I heard you like gin.”
I could have smiled and given
him the pleasure of being right, but I really didn’t feel like giving in just
yet. So instead, I sipped the cool liquid and tried to hide the satisfying look
on my face as I felt his eyes on me.
“Good right?”
“What have you put with it?”
I asked, genuinely curious and also already impressed if it was what I thought
it was.
“Only the best raspberry lemonade
you’ll ever try!” He sang, with the smuggest grin presented across his face.
He was making it so difficult
to act calm right now. He was breaking every gang stereotype I had previously
held securely in my mind.
“I’m impressed.” I nodded
before taking another sip. “I thought you guys would only offer cheap beer.”
“You’ve got us completely
wrong. I’ve tried telling you.” Matt held his hands out to his sides and it was
then I knew I had to give in.
So far, he had barely lived
up to the expectations I had held of him and his friends. He had broken down
every wall I had held up with intentions of not letting my usual lack of
self-control get involved with the bad
boy. So now, here I was, placing my glass down on the side while holding my
own hand out towards him. He looked as shocked as I was to do be doing this however,
he soon dropped his hand into mine as I spoke.
“We need to dance.”
“I don’t-“ Matt began to say
before I stopped him, already knowing what was going to fall from his lips.
“Yes you do. Tonight, you do.”
As I began urging Matt
towards the crowds of people gathered in the centre of the room, his hand soon
laced around my waist. It felt territorial, like he was trying to make a point
to everyone else around him. While that usually bothered me, my stomach just swirled
with excitement and a desperate need for this guy, even though I should have
hated him.
Once we had emerged ourselves
among the crowds, I only found myself being urged closer into Matt’s body.
Whether it was because the crowd’s impact made it the only option, or he was
just as desperate for some physical contact, I didn’t care.
Running my own hands up and
around his neck, our bodies began moving to the music in a rhythmic manner. I
was incredibly impressed, and a little surprised by it considering neither of us
held much control in that moment.
Matt urged me even closer, if
that were possible, causing my body to press tightly to his, no longer allowing
any space between us. His hands then began to trail up the length of my body
before cupping the side of my face. He held my gaze as he did so, causing my
body to consume with so much heat. I felt light headed, not only due to the
limited breathing space around us, but more due to the fact I knew what was
going to happen.
Matt’s thumb made the first
move by trailing over my bottom lip and I could tell he was holding back for
confirmation from me. I was surprised yet it only made me much more eager.
Once I had given him the
reassuring smile, it was only a matter of seconds from that significant gesture
for him to make a move. Pressing his lips to mine, he kissed me, and I kissed
him back. The intensity of that moment overtook the both of our bodies and I
was no longer concerned with the what ifs
and what I should have been thinking of this guy. Instead, I was only
mindful of this current moment and the wave of desperation flooding through my
body with every passing second.
**
