At one point during the night, Brooklyn snuck away to the kitchen, away from the crowded rooms, to get another drink and a breath from the overstimulation of music and multiple conversations. As she finished refilling her cup, she turned to find him watching her from the doorway. It was the first time they'd been alone since they met that morning and every single part of her stood at attention, waiting to see what would happen. With his own drink in hand, he moved wordlessly closer to her and lifted her face to make eye contact with him, a smile playing on his face. "Are you having fun?" he asked, holding her stare. Her heart beat faster in her chest and then heat coming off of his body along with the magnetic zing between them made her nipples harden into little points under the bodysuit she was wearing. The way he towered above her, gently pressing her back into the counter with the power of his body, flooding her panties with warm wetness. She could feel her heartbeat pulse between her thighs. Just his presence alone melted everything inside of her into a puddle of need. She wanted him closer but her nerves pinned her in place. "Totally but I just needed a minute away from the craziness" she responded back, trying to keep from sounding as breathless as she felt.
When she started to look away, he moved his head to catch her eyes. "Don't look away from me, baby. I'm not finished looking into your eyes." Timidly, she looked back up at him and felt another wave of lust crash over her as the playful light in his eyes shifted into darkened desire. Just as they started to move closer, another partygoer rounded the corner and she quickly turned away from him to grab her drink and head nonchalantly back into the living room; the spell of their connection temporarily broken.
After that, Brooklyn knew she was a goner. If he got her alone again, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from making every little thought play out between them. The darkening of his bright eyes replayed in her mind. He had disappeared, presumably going outside with some of his other friends, and Brooklyn tried to shake him out of her mind and focus on the friends singing and dancing in the living room, clearly more than a few drinks into the evening. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control the wetness spreading between her legs just from the thought of him standing so close to her. Lost in those thoughts, she jumped slightly as a warm body pressed up behind her and growled into her ear, "meet me in the office room in 2 minutes.", tucking something behind her ear as he walked down the dark hallway. Everything in her quivered as she felt the hot whisper of his voice lingering on her ear. She reached up to touch what he'd tucked there to find a flower stuck sweetly in her hair. How could one person be so dark and magnetic and so sweet at once?
A few minutes later, Brooklyn casually turned from her friends in the living room, despite her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and started down the dark hallway where she last saw him disappear. The magnetic draw inside of her pulling her closer to him while the reasonable part of her brain reminded her that she is not the kind of girl to get physical with a guy she hasn't even known for a day. She turned into the office room to see him looking at the bookcase. When she walked in, he turned to her with a smile spreading across his face. She couldn't help but return it, fire burning in her eyes as she looked him up and down. It was a small room and he crossed it quickly, quietly shutting and locking the door behind her. At the click of the lock, Brooklyn's nerves kicked up. When he slowly turned to face her, she stood still--watching and smiling but waiting to let him make the next move.
