Misfits

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The evening begins to slow. I'm seated at the bar, talking and flirting with Max. He's easy to talk to, funny and attractive. I take a closer look at him. He's blonde, has a amber eye, tall and muscular.

Seth.

He looks like Seth. That's why.

Max reaches over and take my hand. "Sorry Nat, I gotta go. It was great talking to you." He kisses my hand and i smile at him.

I'm about to stand when an arm goes around my waist. I look up and see Seth frowning down at me.

He wears a tight black jeans and a white v-neck shirt.

So Hot.

He orders, "Dance. Now."

He tightens his hold around my waist and drag me to the dance floor. He holds me tight with one hand on the middle of my back while the other is half on my lower back, half on my ass. He has me wrapped up.

I'm not sure what's going on right now . I blink and hiss," What is wrong with you!"

He blinks and hisses right back," With me? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Seth stops swaying us and says sharply "I don't make it this way Nat. You do. You've been acted ten times the bitch than you normally are. What you don't get is...that does something to me. You think you're putting me off with this supreme bitch act? Nope. All you're doing is making me hard."