Chapter 3

Saturday, November 10th, 2018.

9:47 p.m.

HAYAT'S POINT OF VIEW

Song: Gorilla - Bruno Mars

-Aslan, wait, I don't think I can dance. I'm too drunk!

Aslan smiled and pulled me to him, grabbing me by the hip.

-Shhh, trust me.

I felt as if something was boiling inside of me with the way Aslan pressed his body against mine. His hands went up from my hip to my waist and he held it tight. I noticed that his face was different, almost serious. His scent mixed with the smell of alcohol was driving me crazy. The warmth of his skin burned me and I let out a sigh that came out like a groan. I noticed something happening in his eyes when he heard me moan. They got darker and seemed to devour me.

The alcohol made me brave, I took a hand off his shoulder, and slid down his perfect chest, through his six-pack, I felt his muscles hardened under his shirt. Our foreheads were touching and our mouths were inches apart. I started moving my face, searching for his lips, I was almost feeling them when I felt something in my belly. I narrowed my eyes and stuck my face into the curve of his neck. His fingers squeezed me as if we were dancing in the clouds and I was going to fall at any moment. I realized that what I had felt in my belly was his erection. I had never felt it in my life. And even just having studied about reproduction and never had experience or talked about it, I knew what I was causing him.

I smiled still with my face hidden in his neck and I heard him moan softly. I squeezed his shoulders hard, and I wanted to bite him but bit my lip instead. I didn't know what to do and then turned my back to him and smiled as he wrapped his arm around my waist. Being drunk, when Aslan pulled my body against his, the thoughts I had were all but those of friendship.

I felt dizzy from the alcohol, so I turned to face him and he embraced me again, bringing me close, I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, laying my head on his shoulder. His hands seemed to light up every part of my skin he touched: my arms, my back, and finally my hip.

I noticed him lowering down his face and that was when I felt his lips and then his tongue on my neck. I felt something between my legs that I had never felt before, I seemed to lose my balance. When I came to my senses and noticed what he was doing, I pushed him away. Aslan looked a little surprised:

-What is it, Hayat?

- Why did you do that?

- What?

-You ... your tongue ... your lips ... my neck ... - I could not form a coherent phrase. It seemed that what I was feeling rubbing against my belly, had somehow penetrated inside of me. I felt something forming inside me, it seemed as if another heartbeat beat in another part of my body.

He had a smile on the corner of his mouth as he said:

-You're going to have to forgive me, I can't resist your smell, you know. It drives me crazy.

I was gasping for air. Nothing made sense. I was going to be consumed by his fire. Weren't we friends? Do friends kiss each other on the neck? Using their tongue? My desire began to dissipate, and fury washed over me. Why? Why is he doing this to me? Messing with me... I needed to get out of there, I couldn't face him. I ran for the exit.