~no pov~
Head in a daze, her hips swaying rhythmically to the music blinding strobe lights and neon colors clouding her vision suddenly it all stops the whole room it completely dark the music dies down slowly every ones itching with anticipation and excitement as the bass drops the light are back on and every one begins dancing with more enthusiasm than before couples in the corner of her vision pushing grinding practically fucking on the dance floor just then rough hands grasp her hips and she can feel some one else rocking to the music with her matching every movement perfectly, she turns around to face said person but just as soon as she does those same deliciously course hands grab hers and she's led away from the rave
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sex, drugs and rock n' roll
Romancethere's something about him, that laid back, stoner, rugged feel to him that for some reason entices her to no extent and oh how she wants him. the problem is...
