Serendipity

CHAPTER 5 (PART 2)

Mia and I barely finish our drinks when we are pulled to the makeshift dance floor by Bethany. The music is loud and upbeat and I swear my blood is singing in my veins too.

Everyone is dancing and we happily join them. Now, while I can manage to dance quite good, I can't tell the same about Mia. She's as awkward as a baby giraffe and I cannot control my laughter looking at her, trying to dance.

She glares at me. "Stop laughing."

That only encourages me more. "You need to let your body loose. Don't be so stiff."

"You think I'm not trying?" she huffs.

"Well then I know what to do, " I pull her to the bar again. "Alcohol, my friend."

The bartender serves the drinks and we keep downing them, losing count after the fifth. Soon, we are giggling and Mia is tipsy. I pull her to the dance floor and resume our crazy dancing. It isn't really dancing, just jumping and swinging our hands but that's fine.

The song changes to California Gurls and I let out a whoop. God, I love this song. I look at Mia and she is equally excited. We both wait for the chorus, a silent agreement between us to sing together.  And when it does, we face each other and scream the lyrics at each others' faces-

California gurls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin so hot, we'll melt your popsicle

Oh oh ooh, oh oh ooh

Then we both laugh and wrap our arms around each other, the same time Bethany comes up to us and asks us to smile for a picture. She clicks the picture and shows it to us.

It's grainy but happy. I have my arms around Mia, while she smiles at the camera with her eyes closed. It's clear from our smiles that we are drunk, but we look happy, obviously because of the singing and dancing.

Then we continue to dance, Mia better this time. She really needed some alcohol in her.

"I'll be back, I need to peeee," Mia slurs and goes away, giggling and I nod absentmindedly, too focused in the change of song and dancing.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around my waist and even in my drunken stupor, I remember Noah and our time at the bar in New York. 

I stop dancing to see who it is, but I hear a deep whisper in my ear, "It's me."

Noah.

And just like that, the butterflies in my stomach are unleashed and I instantly feel sober and alert. I snuggle closer, then realize what I'm doing and try to take a step away.

But Noah is having none of it. He pulls me back in. "Stay this way, Cass. It feels good."

It may feel weird to some, how we are standing in the middle of a crowd and still are able to share a moment, but we feel it. And is the moment intense.

He runs his hand on my stomach, first in a sight caress and then firmly keeps it there, almost possessively, while his other hand shifts my hair to my other shoulder so he can nuzzle my neck, planting tease kisses all over.

I'm sure he can feel the increase in the pulse in my vein. He pulls me closer, if that's even possible and nibbles on my earlobe, whispering, "You look so damn good tonight. I can't seem to look away. My eyes keep finding you. Only you."

And with that, I've had enough. The tension is too much to bear. So, I turn around and crash my lips on his, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

There's alcohol in my blood. But what's driving me crazy is the feeling of familiarity I subconsciously associated with this guy. The lust I feel. The affection and the attraction. It's driving me crazy and I kiss him harder. Noah is absolutely still for a while, before he lets out a husky moan and kisses me back, his fingers digging into my hips.

Our lips moving against each others' in sync, tongues dancing, the feel of his increased heartbeat against mine is enough to bring out a moan out of me too.

Then, there's a loud boom, followed by a cracking sound. We pull apart and look away in time to see the fireworks lighting up the sky. They are beautiful, each one a different color than the other, adding a magical spark to this party.

God damn. Can anything be better than this? Alcohol, dancing, kissing the guy I possibly still like, and fireworks. I hope this feeling remains.

It will only remain as long as doesn't have a girlfriend.

Shit. What if he does? With a physique like that, there is no way he can be single. Oh God. I do not want to be that kind of a girl.

Worried, I look at him to see that he is already looking at me, a small smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" he caresses my chin with his thumb.

I take a deep breath. "Um, do you have a girlfriend?"

For a while, he has a cute confused frown on his face and then he is laughing with his head thrown back. "No Cassie, I do not have a girlfriend, " he explains as if he is speaking to a small girl.

I smile too. "Thank God. Because I don't want to stop doing this," I press my lips against his and he happily returns the kiss.

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