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The music is loud and filling your senses as you dance in the living room. The lights overhead had been shut off allowing the fairy lights to put a shimmer of blue light over your skin. The liquor in your system making your body warmer by the second and your head swims with the buzz you're feeling.
Hands find your waist and you tense momentarily before peeling them from your clothes. Turning to find a brunette with bloodshot eyes, swaying more from the alcohol than the music.
"Come on dance with me," he slurs.
You shake your head. "I'm good." You take a couple steps back.
His smile falters. "You can't dance like that and expect me to not make a move."
The look on his face makes your heart speed up, a panic washing over you as he moves forward once more. He reaches for your waist but you swat him away before he can get a hold of you.
"Piss off. I said no."
Your eyes dart over the crowd of people. Scanning over the girls fawning over the hockey boys. Nervously you scan the crowd.
"Come on baby," the drunk guy continues. "Don't be a tease."
Finally your eyes find a mess of blonde hair on someone with their back turned to you. Swallowing your nerves you shove the man back as he reaches for your wrist.
"I'm going to tell my boyfriend and then you'll be screwed."
The drunk guy scoffs. "Oh, and eho is this boyfriend' of yours?"
You smirk at the man. "Why don't I show you."
Turning on your heels you feel the man's eyes on you as you start walking towards the stairs. You hear him yelling behind you while your heart hammers in your chest. The blonde hair you spotted earlier is your true north in this case. Mentally the thoughts swirl as you try to figure out the best way to handle this situation but it's no use.
"Hey!" You say loud enough for the group of girls to hear and the blonde turns around.
Dean Di Laurentis in all his cocky smile glory looking at you. He moves the beer bottle from his lips and before he can so much as protest you grab him by the neck and kiss him. You're both tense for what feels like eternity before your one hand finds his chest and his settle on your hips as he kisses you back. His lips soft and the taste of beer clinging to them.
You pull back, cheeks flushed and lungs rising and falling rapidly before you remember why you walked this way in the first place. Turning the drunk man from earlier stumbles backwards and through the crowd. All eyes on you as you realize Dean's hands still rest on your hips.
"Hi to you too," Dean laughs, snapping you from the man that was long gone.
Turning your head back you watch as Dean cocks his head and studies you. His eyes scanning yours before falling on your lips. Subconsciously your tongue darts out at the focus.
"Sorry about that." The blush deepens on your cheeks.
Finally he removes his hands to sip his beer. "Sorry? I'll accept your apology if you promise to do that again." He teases.
A smile creeps onto your face. "I might keep that in mind for future reference, but you served your purpose."
He smirked and the sight made butterflies flutter in your stomach. Something so simple causing your whole body to react.
"Oh really? And what is my purpose?" He crosses his arms, the muscles becoming more defined.
It took everything to not tear your gaze from his eyes to focus on his arms. Your mouth feeling dry and thoughts dissipating the moment you try to hold onto one.
"Um," you swallow hard. "Fake boyfriend duties."
He barks out a laugh as you bite your bottom lip nervously. "Well... you're welcome in guess."
With a smile and a mock salute you step away and as you go his voice booms behind you.
"Pleasure doing business with you."