Kiara
I close my eyes and try to steady my breath, but it's hard when he's everywhere. I can smell him, feel his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek, and his voice, so divine, echoes in my head. Against my better judgement, I meet his eyes once again, a fusion of honey and speckles of emeralds. My heart feels like it might burst as the song reaches its crescendo, and Trey guides me into a final dip. We come to a graceful stop as the song ends and everyone claps and whoops. I blush when I realize they're all looking at us. My face, probably beet red, burns as we make our way from the dance floor to an empty table opposite the bar.
The euphoric moment wears off, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread as I realized how truly fucked I am.

"You were amazin'," Trey breathes. His words and the way this place seems to bring out his southern accent sends a jolt of heat through me. I clench my thighs, and hope he doesn't sense his affect on me.
"I think I owe that all to you," I reply, laughing and gnawing on my lip like a psycho.
He smiles teasingly. "No, there was a point when you took the lead. Must've been when your mind went to another place."
His adoring gaze makes my breath hitch. At least I'll know how a man should really look at you when we part ways. I'm not really sure exactly what he feels for me, but if another man looks at me with half the intensity that he does, I'll know he wants me.
"I'm going to run to the bathroom. Don't leave, okay?" he says, squeezing my hand. It tingles as he heads towards the men's room. He must be worried that I'm going to run off since I'm acting weird as hell now, and maybe I should, but I won't. The rational part of my brain has left the building, leaving behind the part that foolishly insists on savoring these last few days with him.
"The Git Up" by Blanco Brown suddenly starts playing and people run to the dance floor to start line dancing. I've seen people do this at Texas Roadhouse, and it always seemed like fun, but i'm sure I'll stick out like a sore thumb.

Somebody taps on my arm. "C'mon girl, let's dance." I turn to see a woman with green eyes and long blonde pigtails. She looks to be about my age, maybe a year or two older.
"Oh sorry, I can't dance," I say, blushing like an idiot again.
She smiles. "My name's Madison. I saw the way you were dancing with your friend, sure looks like you can." She holds out her hand. "I'll show you how to do it."
"Uh, okay."

I mean, what's the worst that can happen? I'll just look stupid in front of the entire building and die of embarrassment.
I stand next to Madison, watching what she's doing.
Alright, this doesn't seem so hard, I think to myself. Just try not to look like a fucking idiot.
I stop thinking about the moves and let the music guide me. The energy in the room is infectious as I start moving in sync with everyone else. When I dip and raise myself off the floor, I catch Trey watching me from across the room, a smirk playing on his perfect lips.
Damn, I almost forgot about him.
I think about just stopping, but I might as well finish the song. With him watching me, I feel bolder, sexier even. I continue performing the moves with assurance, my eyes locked on him the entire time.
His amusement gradually morphs into lust as he watches me twirl and sway my hips. My body hums with need under his heated gaze, but I manage to keep my focus. The people dancing around me hype my head up with whoops and cheers.
"Attagirl!"
"Okay, we see you!"
It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. I'm actually grateful that Trey brought me here! Candy and I never did things like this, but we'll definitely have to start...if she ever comes back from New York.
After the song ends, Madison hugs me. "Yesss, oh my gosh, you did amazing!" she exclaims, "you're my kind of girl, hit me up if you ever want to hang!" She hands me a paper with her number and goes off to join her other friends.
Wow, and I even gained a new friend! Could this night get any better?
My throat is drier than sandpaper as I walk over to Trey, sitting down across from him breathing like I just ran a whole mile. He's grinning ear to ear. "Well, that was interesting. My cupcake can dance after all."
I'm beaming with pride. "Yeah, I guess so!"
"I bet you need something to drink after all of that," he chuckles.
"Yes please." He disappears into the crowd, making his way to the bar.
"Hey beautiful, wanna dance?" I look over at the table beside me to see the man who's asking. He's an older man who looks absolutely wasted. His dark eyes are fixated on me like a ravenous animal.
"Uh, no thank you," I say politely, although his tone is really aggressive.
In an instant, his expression turns to anger at my rejection in front of his friends. "C'mon. Ya looked mighty good up there. I wanna turn with that pretty body wrapped around me."
Oh God no.
My veins turn to ice. I wish he'd notice the clear tension in my body language and take a damn hint!
I watch in horror as he slams his beer bottle on the table and stands up, his body way larger than it looked when he was sitting. He walks over and yanks on my arm, forcibly pulling me from my seat.
"Glenn, leave her alone," a man at the table slurs, too drunk himself to properly intervene.
"What? There's no ring on her finger. She's fair play," he retorts.
"Hey, let go of me!" I shout, trying to wiggle from his tight grasp.
My heart thuds harder in my chest as his fingers dig painfully into my arm. His friends don't do anything but stare and laugh as he tries to drag me away, but I plant my feet firmly on the ground.
"You heard her. Release her or I'll break every bone in your fucking hand." Trey's voice is calm, but there's a dangerous edge to it that laces each syllable.
I sigh in relief. I know I shouldn't depend on him for protection since we're not together, but it's nice to have somebody care enough to step in. Obviously, the man's friends weren't going to stop him.
The man's eyes widen as he looks up at him. I assume the homicidal look on Trey's face sobers him right up because he let's go of me immediately. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know she was with you," he says, holding up his hands.
Trey takes a menacing step towards him, getting in his face. The pure rage in his eyes matches the barely restrained tone in his voice, "That shouldn't matter. Don't be a piece of shit and force yourself on women," he growls.
This entire situation has my entire face, including my ears, burning with heat. Although, I don't know why I'm the one who feels embarrassment, he's the one who put his hands on me. I just didn't expect Trey to show up like my knight in shining armor.
"I-I'm sorry," the man stammers, shooting me an apologetic glance.
I nod, biting my lip. "Uh, thanks."
Trey guides me away from the confrontation, his touch gentle yet possessive, leading me back to our table. He places the cup of water on the table and pulls me against his chest, stroking my hair soothingly. I practically melt into him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone," he murmurs.
It's not your fault some men get even creepier when they drink," I reply softly, noticing that Trey holding me has completely erased the unease that was churning in my stomach. I feel completely safe and protected in his arms, and it's a terrifying feeling. Even scarier than a drunk, older man forcing himself on me.
After a few minutes, I let go and sit down to eagerly down the cup of water. Trey sits back down across from me, still glaring at the drunken creep. I should be glad their interaction wasn't physical because Trey looks like he still wants to kill him. "But I'm really having fun tonight. Let's not let that asshole ruin it," I urge.
His expression softens as looks at me, his eyes still holding a mixture of concern and something else I can't quite decipher. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Cupcake." His voice is huskier now, and I can't help but shift underneath his intense gaze.
I touch his foot underneath the table, slowly sliding it up his leg. He swallows his whole bottom lip, the motion setting my body aflame. Raising an eyebrow, I say innocently, "If you want something, just ask for it."
Amusement dances in his eyes as he realizes what I'm implying. Standing up, he reaches for my hand. "Yeah, I would love another dance with you."