Lila's POV 

The tequila burned going down. “Ahh, that's more like it.” 

“Yes girl. There you go.” My best friend hyped me. Mia was such a drama queen.

By the fourth shot, my skin buzzed like live wire. I felt alive Mia screamed something about “finding me a hot stranger” while she grinded against some guy on the dance floor. 

Typical.

The club was a room of disco lights flashing, beats thumping through the dance floor, bodies pressing in from every side.  

I danced like I was possessed. Hips rolling slow at first, head thrown back, dress riding up my thighs. 

I didn't mind. I mean, that was the goal.

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