BitterSweet

Chapter 7

"You're so fucking beautiful, Camila." He whispers in my ear so I can hear him over the loud bass thumping the beat of whatever song is playing.

On reflex, my back arches, pushing my behind against the front of him. I gasp and he groans as I feel his hardness behind his jeans. Alcohol is making me brave as I continue to grind against him while his grip on me tightens as we continue to dance.

He's breathing heavy in my ear and I feel a gush of wetness pool between my legs as desire takes over my body.

"We're gonna do shots!" Shawn moves away from my neck when we hear Niall unknowingly interrupt our moment. "Wanna join us?"

I glance over my shoulder at Shawn and giggle when I see his very unhappy scowl pointed directly at his brother.

"Sure!" I shout, grabbing Shawn’s hand, mostly to help me walk, and leading him back to the table.

I needed a break, it almost felt like we were alone on the dance floor and it was getting a bit... we'll go with dangerous.

When we get back to our table the shots are already there and everyone but Aaliyah and Zayn are here. I look around wondering where they are. They've been drinking, just having met and I don't want Aaliyah to be alone with an unknown guy even if her brothers' do know him. Girl code and all.

I spot them through the crowd of dancers as they make their way to join us.

Satisfied that I know she's safe and on her way, I finally sit with Shawn’s help.

He puts his arm around me again, though this time not to stake his claim, and I allow it, just as I did the first time. He grabs two shots for us, placing mine in front of me.

"You've made me all hot and sweaty." I blame Shawn as I wait for Niall to pass the limes our way.

He smirks coming close to whisper in my ear, "I like you hot and sweaty."

"Oh?" I frown confused. Why would he want me hot and sweaty? That's just gross.

"Though I would prefer to make you hot and sweaty in private." He raises his eyebrow and that's when I get it.

My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks heat when I realize he's talking about sex. I knew he'd bring it up at some point tonight, he usually does, but, with the way we just were on the dance floor, it doesn't bother me as much as before.

Mistletoe magic, I blame.

Instead of saying anything more that he can use against me, or waiting for the limes, I swallow hard and take my shot before anyone is ready. It makes me grimace and cough. Wow it's strong.

Shawn chuckles and grabs a drink off the tray then slides it towards me. I gladly take a much needed sip to chase away the aftertaste of the shot.

Aaliyah and Zayn finally join us and Shawn hands them a shot before grabbing another for me to replace the one I already took.

I've emptied my drink before the others, needing more of a chaser.

Shawn must notice because I don't take another shot with everyone else. I shiver when he leans in, keeping his arm around my shoulder and brushing his noise against my ear to whisper, "I'll get you another drink, baby." He offers.

My body is hot, which I'm blaming on the dancing and alcohol, but I normally would hate for him to use a pet-name on me, knowing it's not a term of endearment for him.

However, I'm liking it. It makes me feel... special. He's been overly sweet and attentive all night."Thanks." I turn my head a little so he can hear me and smile.