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34 || Taste

Song: Stwo, Jeremih - neither do I (slowed + reverb)

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Josie

Nico was mean, insufferable and cruel.

But sometimes, I caught a glimpse of the man he did a good job of hiding. The man that wasn't terrifying but patient and somewhat easygoing.

I'd been dancing with that man for the past hour and I'd felt his guard slowly start to slip. I saw it in the way he held me and began to teach me how to dance something called bachata. In the way he wouldn't mind my slip ups and instead use it as an excuse to slide his hand lower and grip my hips.

And I saw it in the way he gripped my hand and led me through the crowd of people to leave the club.

People flood in on either side of me, blocking my view of Nico. It isn't until he drags me infront of him to guide me through the club, with his chest at my back that I relax back into him. 

His large body naturally demands space as he walks, opening up a path for us to walk.

I step forward, only to stumble right back into him when a man stumbles by, shoving me in the process.

He doesn't even turn around to apologize, instead I'm left to stare at the back of his head as A large tattooed hand reaches into view, shoving the man so hard he falls to the ground, his drink spilling all over him. "Watch where the fuck you're going." Comes a deep voice from behind me.

I cringe down at the man who's staring up at us, horrified. "He's sorry about that-" I assure while Nico nudges me forward to continue walking.

"I'm not."

The man disappears behind Nico's back and I continue walking through the mass of people, the exit coming into view when he grabs a chunk of my ass and his breath tickles my ear. "Don't apologize for me."

With a yelp, I jump out of his grasp and out the main doors, onto the pavement, rubbing at the sensitive skin and glaring at him.

He doesn't pay any mind to it. Instead, he plucks a cigarette from his pocket and begins to light it. "Where's your coat?"

"I don't have one."

He pauses and glances over at me. "How'd you get here?"

"I walked." His eyes burn a trail down my figure to my tank top, little black skirt and then to my heels.

I hadn't thought it through when I first left the penthouse. I was numb, too focused on the hurt and betrayal to feel the cold air prickling at my skin, but now I was regretting it.

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head, before flicking the cigarette he'd only taken two hits of to the ground and turning towards the expensive black car parked on the curb. "Get in the car."

I pick up the cigarette, throw it in a nearby garbage as thunder roars in the sky above. "You're crazy if you think I'm getting in a car with you."

His eyes narrow at me in challenge but I don't let up. I didn't trust him behind the wheel. "How the fuck are you gonna get home then?"

I shrug as my teeth begin to chatter and I wrap my arms around myself. "I'll walk."

He stares at me a moment before shaking his head and turning to walk towards his car. "Freeze your ass off. Fuck if I care."

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