He was never mine

Chapter - 2

Berry

Bodies were moving against the bodies. The goers were prancing over the dance floor and perspiring, due to the approaching ecstasy with every drop of alcohol and investing the new-found energy on shaking their hips, throwing hands in the air and indulged their foot in tapping and criss crossing to every beat of the song, which was causing near heart palpitation.

The floor was tapped and sprang by boots, shoes, and high heels. Everyone is a Jackson, a Travolta or a Madonna in their own shoes.

Couples held each other closer by their neck and waist, the perverts grabbed their meat for the night on their butts and the single people like me were analyzing them, which was kind of pathetic to do.

My bestie lost her senses on her boyfriend's arm and my duo friends. I cannot see them anywhere near the dance floor. I darted my eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the ostentatious club, but couldn't find them. Probably throwing up in some washroom, while the other must have held their hair up. Yes, Toby had got shoulder length hair. Mine were 2 inches longer than his.

I quickly stood up from the stool and beeline towards the ladies washroom first, but couldn't find them. I drooped my head towards the floor and strutted to the men's washroom. It was the reaction of alcohol that my legs got dragged towards the men's bathroom, otherwise in my senses I would have died of embarrassment. I was about to turn the knob, but stalled my action before barging inside.

I heard a carnal sound, escaping from a girl's mouth and loud banging on one of the stall doors from inside. Ugh honry bastards.

I aborted the mission and was about to whip out my phone from the purse to call my friends that I was leaving, while walking back inside. Upon reaching there, a sudden assortment of relief, but with an ounce of jealousy emanated through my body. Was it healthy to feel this way. Never felt that before. Well, except for when Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid, started dating.

A pretty Asian girl was dancing with Adam. The Adam. Miles' friend Adam. Adam, who Laura tried to set me up with, who explicitly just before some time told me, that he wasn't looking for relationships, just a hook up with an interesting girl like me would be an achievement. Well, he didn't exactly said that, but meant it.

Great. I was behaving like a jealous girlfriend. Also the reunion was officially sucked. My bestie buried her face in her boyfriend's neck and the duo, god knows where they were. It was an insinuation, that I should scram from the nauseating place, as soon as possible.

"Hello, lady." A voice faintly brushed into my ears, swept me away from my thoughts.

I looked at the man in black suit with pretty dreamy green eyes. I, without thinking twice grabbed him by his wrist and hauled him to the dance floor. I acted pretty much desperate per se, at that moment. But it wasn't my first time being a brazen woman, after a few drinks.

I tugged him down by the lapel of his shirt, which he wore underneath the opulent suit and leaned to reach his ear to say something sensual, but the moment was over when the guy stepped on my foot. I pushed him back immediately, losing my grip from his shirt and started dancing normally from a respectable distance.

The guy couldn't stop, but came closer to me again and groped my buttocks. He again stepped onto my shoes, but this time more forcefully in excitement. Was he on drugs? I wondered. I mustered up all my strength which was gulped by the alcohol and pushed him hard and sent him to the heap of the crowd of no leeway to move a muscle, which swallowed him with their constant moving bodies.

He landed up on the floor and I was pretty much sure that he got trampled by some high heels on his visage.

Before being vexed by any other figure hassling me again, I fixed my hair and decided to leave. My left arm was abruptly pulled by someone and before even turning my head, I knew who was it. The smell was still hovering around my nostrils.

"Do you, maybe wanna dance," after a short pause, "with me?"

I didn't know what he was jittery about. It wasn't like he hadn't asked anyone to dance in his life, or maybe it was always the girls who asked him first, either way, wasn't making any sense. He was so confident before some time, dancing with a pretty girl. Or when he winked at me.

There was something enigmatic about his personality, which screams dark, not in a bad dark demonic or criminal way, but in a deep abyss way. He was agitated when I asked him if he knew me. Did he really know me from before? No way in hell I would have forget a face like his.

I took his hand and followed his lead towards the center of the dance floor. There wasn't much leeway for us to dance at a marginal distance. We scooted over a little, so we could at least move. Our bodies were slightly touching.

We were moving smoothly to the music and my eyes for some reason were fixated on our shoes.

I was socially inept, but never was that shy to begin with. I was holding my breath to not say or do anything stupid or clumsy while dancing, since l had propensity for ruining any swift moment.

Adam cleared his throat for attention, but my head just turned to his way for a cursory glance, before my gaze laid back again to our shoes. "I heard that you're a writer," he broke the ice

"I am an assistant editor, at the Raven publishing house," I looked into his eyes, which were beseeching mine to stay connected with his. "You? I mean what about you?" I hated small talks

"I capture moments like this."

"Huh," I furrowed my eyebrows quizzically

He Chuckled, "I am a photographer."

"Oh, right, I mean great," I said skittishly

The impish glint in his eyes were growing, tried to tether my mind, body, even its actions in his favor, which seemed he ployed the whole concoction of my reactions.

The crowd around us warbled at the music playing in the background, which livened the mood. But for some reason, it was like a faint murmuring from the distant. All I could see was his sharp, chiseled jawline. Hear my heartbeat with the tightening of his grip on my waist. I still didn't utter anything. Nada. Zilch capability to even break the eye contact

It never happened to me before. Not to sound cliché, but never in my existence. Why all of a sudden, let alone for a stranger I barely known in these few hours. Suddenly the lights turned low and replaced with a very pale light, which was flattering Adam's rosy-pale complexion. The song changed and it also changed everyone's mood.

The dust in the wind, by kansas, started to play

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone

My hands had mind of its own, and I wasn't going to like myself for what I did next. My hands slowly drifted from his shoulder to his neck, snaking his cold skin up and down with my finger pads.

All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind

The next moment I realized my hands found his curly hair, slightly giving them a tug and I started tracing my fingers to the curls like I was touching a sculpture, by Michelangelo. His locks were hanging loosely on his forehead, making him looked like an exquisite piece of art for admiration. He gave me a close lipped smile, and stroked my cheeks with the dorsal of his hand. I closed my eyes promptly, sucking his fragrance and likened his touch with every touch I ever felt on my skin. Nothing could beat what I was experiencing at that moment

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do crumbles to the ground though we refused to see

Oh, dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

Swooning was the word, I had only heard in the movies, read in the novels, never experienced at all. Would the right word for all my reactions to his every action have been 'swooning' over him? I guessed not. Just the moment after I concurred about swooning, a soft brush on my lips shuddered each and every bone in my body, till it's all frozen. I snapped open my eyes to behold the man before me with his parted luscious lips were staring at me ingenuously. His head was still tilted down in my way.

The heart I owned on my chest was thumping, as it wanted to leap out and run somewhere, where a certain Greek God like creature wouldn't beat it to its death. But, at the end, it was only a heart, which always wants the person who beats and whisk away to la la land. I did what a person with the mobile senses would do. I gripped his shoulder firmly and kissed him.

He kissed my lips back slowly and gentle by gingerly touching my hair and running his hands over my neck, until it stayed on the nape. With the every touch of my finger on his neck and hair his kiss intensified

Our lips moved urgently to each and every growing fervent desire. His manifested skill with his lips, and then.. He bit me on my lower lips and prompty ran his tongue over the lips to cool down the heat, but the bite wasn't harsh, it was more gently. I parted my lips to moan at the very friction of his teeth and mouth; biting and sucking simultaneously my lower lips. He took an advantage of my parted lips to slide his tongue adroitly inside my mouth and embarked on his exploration.

My tongue touched his, and appeased each other's flaring passion. Adam pulled my body closer to his, so there wouldn't be any room for a cold or even tepid interaction

We broke our kiss with heavy breathing. Our lips weren't touching anymore, but I could still taste him on my mouth and my tongue was still heady over his adept tongue

He didn't release his clutch over my body like a possessive kid clutches his favorite toy, and not ready to let go the comforting warmth. "Would you maybe wanna come to my place," he asked me confidently

"Okay!" was the lightning fast answer I had given to anyone