Anastasia's feet carried her upstairs. The pogues immediately walked up to her, asking where she had been, what happened. Her answer was short. "We need to leave".
"Thank god", Pope sighed, relieved that tonight finally found an end and most importantly a peaceful end.
No one knew what happened downstairs. Anastasia wouldn't have told them either.
The only thing Anastasia needed was to get away, drown her feelings because right now the emotions were drowning her. Killing her. Slowly making her suffocate.
"Man, I'm not even drunk enough", JJ sighed, following Anastasia - John B was walking next to her. He was worried about Anastasia. He didn't know this version of her; this look on her face. She was hiding something, something that clearly bothered her. John B wanted to help her.
"Me neither, J".
Anastasia's head whipped around, facing JJ. Her eyes twinkled viciously and he knew that the girl in front of him was trouble; that this wasn't the end of tonight - this was just the beginning.
Her feet carried her around the corner of the bar and within seconds her small hand was holding a bottle of tequila. A grin formed on JJs lips. Tonight was going to be fun.
Once the five friends were all safely settled in the Twinkie, Pope and Kiara both eyed the bottle of Tequila in Anastasias hand. Pope spoke up:"Do you really want to empty that entire bottle of liquor? Because guys I'm out".
"Come on Pope! Why?", JJ frowned.
"I have to work, JJ. Or my dad is literally going to kill me", Pope answered and faced Anastasia once again, waiting for an answer.
"No Pope", Anastasia answered and her lips curled up into a grin,"We want to empty two bottles of Tequila". Her voice was still soft, yet you could tell that she had been drinking. Even though Kiara was looking even worse. After all that dancing she was basically falling asleep on Popes shoulder. Cute.
"Wait, what?!", Pope gasped,"You took two?!".
"Yeah", Anastasia unbothered, the smirk still lingering on her lips as she pulled the second bottle from underneath JJs hoodie.
"That is great!".
"JJ", Pope sighed, but decided to stop talking. John B was going to drop him off and he should let his friends drink if they felt like it.
"Guys", Kiaras voice was barely a whisper,"I'd looove to drink with you, but I'm already drunk".
"Oh don't worry Kie", Anastasia whispered back, admiring her friends face resting on Popes shoulder,"We'll listen to Taylor Swift and drink another time".
"That's great", Kiara smiled tired.
-
John B, JJ and Anastasia arrived at the Chateau. JJ decided to prepare the porch - he lit the candles, brought blankets and even some pillows.
John B and Anastasia quickly headed into the kitchen to grab some snacks and glasses. Ana even found some lemons and cut them.
"Are you okay, Ana?". John Bs voice was soft and comforting. He didn't need to say anything else, Anastasia knew what he referred to - he wanted to know what happened in the basement.
But she couldn't tell him about Rafe. Because that talk would need more than just two bottles of Tequila. She wasn't ready.
"Of course", Anastasia lied with a picture perfect smile.
"I don't believe you", John B answered, looking right into her eyes once he handed Anastasia the glasses.
"We need three glasses, John B", Anastasia distracted John B to stop him from talking about the party.
"I'll go to sleep", John B answered,"I'm like very tired".
Anastasia's lips curled into a grin. She knew he was lying. He was a terrible liar. So she sighed:"Hmm. If you change your mind, we're on the porch".
"Alright", John B smiled and watched Anastasia walk outside back to JJ. His best friend even lit the candles and that made John B feel confident in his choice to go to bed. He'd rather let his best friend have one on one time with Ana.
"Where is John B?", JJ asked once Anastasia set everything down on the table in front of them.
"Looks like everyone bailed on us", Anastasia chirped. Her lips curled up into a smile once she poured the Tequila into the glasses.
"More for us!", JJ laughed and cheered once Anastasia handed him his glass of pure Tequila.
The two started drinking. A lot. In between stupid jokes, saying nothing or laughing out of nowhere. Anastasia finally drowned her thoughts about her past, him. The liquor erased everything. For now at least.
But there was something about JJ, Anastasia could tell. His watercolor eyes and hair like waves; a soul so deep and vast like the ocean - you could drown in him.
And Anastasia wanted to drown, in him. She needed it.
JJ knew what was happening. He was getting drunk with the Anastasia Hill. The girl, who could fix cars and surprisingly take a lot of alcohol. And he made her laugh, which felt like a relief especially because JJ could tell she had been feeling off after the party.
Even more so she was the definition of perfection. Her dark hair was silk, draped over her shoulders. Her body was covered in his sweater. The sleeves were covering her entire hand. And it even covered her bottom.
"You're so cute".
"What?". Did he just say that out loud?
"I said you look like a sack of shit, fuck you". JJ snapped back, immediately falling back into laughter.
"No fuck you", Anastasia laughed.
The two continued laughing loudly, until eventually both silenced and stared into each other's eyes.
Anastasia was about to drown in his eyes, when JJ leaned closer.
Until JJ quickly pulled back, remembering that they shouldn't kiss. They're friends. Just friends, right?
Anastasia gulped and quickly took another shot to distract her from his blue eyes that were staring at her.
JJ was starting to look way too fine. She could tell he had some nice abs through his shirt. His strong biceps with those broad shoulders. Anastasia found herself wanting to feel his arms wrapped around her.
"Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?", Anastasia asked. Her voice was soft and sounded utterly innocent. As if she didn't just catch JJ lean forward. As if she didn't realize he wants her.
JJ was more than just attracted.
"No what happened?", JJ answered after being caught slightly off guard. His lips had already curled up into a grin. Anastasia's face seemed so soft in the candle light and her hair even softer. JJ needed to touch her.
"He pasta-way".
JJ couldn't help it but laugh at her bad joke. And Anastasia found herself giggling.
"You are so stupid, Ana", he laughed and his eyes met hers.
"You laughed, motherfucker", she snapped back, still giggling.
"No I didn't".
"Yes you did!".
"God, I'm losing it".
"Yes, you're losing it big time".
Indeed he was losing it. JJ was losing it big time, staring at her lips, her plump, rose lips. He was desperately fighting the urge to kiss Anastasia.
But just like he did, she also leaned closer.
The less distance separating them, the more he needed to kiss her.
Finally JJ gave in and his lips met hers.
The kiss was short and rough until Anastasia pulled back.
"No, we shouldn't".
"Yeah, we shouldn't", JJ answered, but he couldn't help himself staring into her green eyes, then at her pink lips.
His hand slowly reached out, sliding into her hair slowly.
The tension was killing Anastasia. She knew better, but she needed him. Just like he needed her.
"Fuck that", JJ grasped his voice husky.
His lips met hers once again.
Anastasia was laughing, even as they kissed and kissed again.
JJ figured that there was no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.
Anastasia ran her hand through his fluffy hair. He slipped his hands underneath her sweater, touching her bare skin.
Within seconds his hands pulled the sweater off of her body. JJs eyes widened when he looked down at her body in front of him. He almost forgot how sexy she was underneath his big sweater.
A chuckle fell off Anastasia's lips and she helped JJ out of his shirt. Within seconds she pushed him back, JJ was now laying on his back and Anastasia was hovering over him. She placed hot kissed up his naked abs, along his collarbone and up his neck until her lips met his once again.
JJ sat up once again, wrapping both of his strong arms around Anastasia's waist, holding her close. She wrapped his legs around him once he stood up.
"Where are we going?", Anastasia whispered in his ear, her nose brushing his ear. Her hands running through his hair.
"Inside?", JJ answered, it was rather a question. He certainly was too drunk to decide anything.
"Poor John B". Anastasia quickly shook her head and bit her lip as she pulled her car keys out of her back pocket.
JJs lips curled up into a mischievous smirk and he quickly carried Anastasia down towards her car, which was still parked in front of the Chateau. He gently placed Anastasia on the backseat, quickly hovering over her.
The kiss grew more intense and passionate with every second that passed. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back, leaving goosebumps on her skin. Anastasia couldn't help but moan softly.
She had the waistband of his pants and boxers hooked on her finger, slightly tugging on it. Once Anastasia caught his bottom lip between her teeth, JJ was loosing his mind. His hands unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.
The windows fogged up.
Suddenly everything was spinning and turning.
-
Anastasia woke up with a banging headache. She had never felt a hangover this bad since last year, when she first met Rafe Cameron. What was different from last year, was the person, who was holding her once she woke up. JJ Maybank had his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Finally she started to remember last night and what they did.
I will never drink again, Anastasia promised herself silently even though she knew she was going to break the promise eventually. Especially if she'd see Rafe again. Their talk from last night, reminded Anastasia once again why she hated him so badly.
Eventually she managed to get up, without waking up JJ, who was still snuggled up on the couch. They somehow found their way back into the Chateau to sleep.
After making sure all of her clothes and hair was still sitting correctly, Anastasia walked over to the kitchen only to find John B, already grinning at her.
"Had a good nights sleep?".
Anastasia rolled her eyes and frowned:"I have a headache". John B only laughed out loud and pointed towards the cereal. Anastasia had breakfast with John B. They didn't talk much. John B could only guess what happened between her and his best friend and Anastasia certainly would not tell him.
"We're gonna drive out and take a look at the location to see if the gold is still on the wreck", John B explained once he finished eating,"Do you wanna come?".
"I'd love to, but", Anastasia sighed,"I promised Sarah I'll play Tennis with her".
"You think that's a good idea? Tennis hungover?", John B asked. He couldn't help but laugh imagining how bad that must be and how Anastasia would willingly do this to herself.
"Nope, but it's not the first time", Anastasia chuckled and glanced at her phone,"Oh god, I should go".
"Hey, um, Ana?", John B spoke up, making her face him before heading off,"Do you know what happened between Topper and Sarah? Like are they still a thing?".
"I'll ask her", Anastasia giggled,"And yes, I won't involve that you wanted to know".
"Thanks", John B smiled and watched Anastasia leave.
Once the engine of her car roared loudly, JJ woke up by the sound of her leaving. He sleep drunkenly stumbled into the kitchen.
"Where's Ana?".
"She just left", John B answered and his curiosity got the better of him,"What happened last night?".
JJ couldn't help but grin once he remembered last night and he just answered:"A lot of Tequila happened".
"God!", John B frowned. He obviously wanted to at least get some details what they had been doing in his house.
Or maybe he didn't actually wanted to know. No, John B definitely didn't want to know.