The moment we stepped into the club, I froze. It was loud, packed, lights flashing everywhere, people grinding on each other like they were in a damn music video.
A girl was basically sitting on some guy's lap in the middle of the dance floor.
Another couple was making out so hard I thought they'd merge into one person.
“What the actual hell,” I muttered, eyes wide.
Frank laughed behind me. “Told you this place is wild. Now loosen up and act like you don’t live under a rock.”
I rolled my eyes, but the bass was already crawling up my legs, and I hated that it felt good.
I took a deep breath, walked into the crowd, and let my body start moving.
The music was addictive. My arms went up, my hips started swaying. I didn’t even care anymore.
If everyone else was acting crazy, why the
