I weaved through the crowd, eager to get to Emmett. Dante was hot on my heels. Emmett spotted me first and made his way over. Judging by the slight flush in his skin and the fact that he wasn't shy about dancing and everything, he was pretty drunk.
"Heyy Jackson," he greeted, hugging me. I caught him when he stumbled and steadied him. He pressed himself against me, hugging me tightly with a sigh. "I missed you," he slurred.
"You did?" I asked amused. He nodded, pulling back.
"You were gone for so long a-and I was missing you and I wanted to dance with you," he said.
"You want to dance with me?" He nodded eagerly.
"How much did you have to drink?" He held up his fingers, trying to figure out how many.
"Well, I don't know," he giggled, laying on my chest. "You smell really good," he sa
