It gets more and more intense on the dance floor and I'm pushed backwards slightly.

"Hey! Be careful!" I shout to the person who pushed me.

The person turns to me.

"And what if not?" he tells me. He grins at me while looking me up and down.

What an ass!

"Don't mess with me, asshole!" I say, as if I ever had the chance to beat him up without getting a scratch.

"Do you even know what's in front of you?" he asks me, still grinning.

I just roll my eyes.

"No and I don't want to know either, you dog," I tell him and have to start laughing.

Now I can definitely feel the alcohol in me.

"I think I'm drunk!" I say to myself and start laughing again.

Instead of the guy moving away from me and leaving me alone, he coldly pushes me backwards.

This makes me easily lose my balance. If a person hadn't stood behind me, I would have crashed hard onto the ground. Yes, I feel a hard chest behind me and a hand on my waist, holding me tight.

There's no need to turn around after I smell his scent. I would recognize this smell anywhere without recognizing the person. Because I know exactly who it could be.

Damian.

And once again he's there instead of my brother.

But since I'm drunk, my head doesn't let me think clearly and that's why I start laughing.

"You have to help me again instead of Ethan doing it," I tell him and turn slightly towards him so that I'm still in his arms.

I look at him from below because he is a head taller than me.

Our faces are very close to each other. My hands are on his chest and his hands are on my waist, still holding me tight.

His touch gives me that feeling again when he is near me.

I'm starting to get hot. Finally he touches me and those touches burn me, which doesn't mean a good sign.

As I literally stare at him, I slowly realize where I know him from.

I know that feeling when he touches me. After all, it wasn't the first time he touched me like that without me getting burned by his touch.

He is it. The person who saved my life a few years ago.

Three years ago I went climbing with Atea late at night. Atea really wanted us to go climbing, even if I was against it. Yes, she wanted it and I couldn't say no, so we just went climbing.

However, as we climbed up, my rope broke and I fell down the depths. I thought I was going to die, but instead of hitting the ground, I landed in very strong arms that caught me.

I didn't recognize this person because he was wearing a mask until today I realized that this person was Damian who saved my life.

Now he is standing in front of me.

My savior.

That's why his touches feel so familiar, because he was that person. It was him. It can only be him.

"Now I remember you," I tell him.

He just looks at me. I swallow once and continue talking.

"You saved me when I fell from this mountain and fell into the depths"

He doesn't say a word.

Because of him I'm still alive. I'm really grateful that he saved me.

And that's why I do it without thinking.

I put my right hand on his cheek and raise myself slightly on my toes because he is really tall. Then I move closer to his ear.

"Thank you," I thank him and kiss him lightly on the cheek.

He immediately tenses up and presses me even closer to him, so that no sheet fits between our bodies.

I break the kiss and stand back on the floor. I slowly remove my hand from his cheek and just look at him, which he does.

As I look at him, I start to feel sick. In the end, two cups were way too much for me, who is still a beginner.

I actually wanted to have fun, but everyone else is busy with their mates and doesn't even care about me.

I should go.

For this reason I am slowly moving away from him.

“Now I want to go home,” I say and then turn around. Without saying goodbye to Damian, I go over to the others who are having fun.

"I'm going home! Have fun!" I tell them and say goodbye to them again and get out of here. Alone. After all, they are busy with their mates, even Atea is busy with Dean.

Well, whatever.

When I left the club I felt sick again so I went over to a wall and leaned against it.

No more alcohol for me!

"Alisha" says my name to someone and comes towards me.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" Damian now asks me.

"Go home" I tell him.

"Come. I'll drive you," he tells me.

I shake my head and look at him.

"No, you don't have to!" I tell him and try to walk without swaying.

Too much alcohol Alisha!!

Suddenly I feel slightly dizzy, causing me to trip over my own feet and wait for the impact on the floor, but it never came.

Instead of feeling the ground beneath me, I feel two hands holding me and I see Damian holding me around my waist.

"That's true, far too much alcohol for me, even if it was only two cups," I tell him and start laughing again.

He suddenly picks me up and I automatically put my arms around his neck. I hold my breath because I feel that feeling inside me again when he touches me.

He tenses slightly, which I do too.

"What are you doing!"

"I'll take you home"

"I can go alone too! You don't have to carry me"

Even if I'm too drunk to go home, he still doesn't have the right to do this job when Ethan should be doing it.

Alisha!

Your dress!

I immediately look down at myself and notice that my dress is now even shorter than before.

Damned!

"Damian! Put me down now! My dress is now even shorter than before!" I tell him seriously and try to get off him.

He looks down at me and notices for himself that my dress has actually gotten even shorter.

For this reason he lets me get back on my feet and I pull my dress down a little.

"Next time, stop me before I drink alcohol!" I tell him and start laughing again.

"There won't be the next time you go to a party in such a short dress!" he tells me.

"Why that?" I say confused.

"Because I say so," he tells me briefly.

I'm being forbidden to do something again!

Oh no!

Not even him!

Even he has no right to forbid me anything, just like Ethan has no right to either.

"You don't have the right to forbid me anything! Even Ethan doesn't have that right!" I tell him slightly annoyed and cross my hands in front of my chest.

Now he's acting like Ethan and I don't do that!

"and how, I will forbid you"

When he said that, I glared at him.

How dare he give me orders ! Even my father doesn't give me orders! So! Where does he get this right from to forbid it to me!

We don't know each other. I don't know who he is and he doesn't know who I am either!

I take a step closer to him and continue to glare at him.

"You are neither my brother nor my father! I'll do what I want to do and you can't stop me! Do you understand me, strange guy who thinks he has the right to decide about someone! And besides, we don't know each other!" I say.

He tenses up a little.

"You said we knew each other"

"Then don't believe what I said," I say.

He stays silent.

"And now, if you'll excuse me, I want to go home and all alone, because I can do that and don't need any company!" I tell him again until I turn around and just leave him standing there.

Who is he to forbid me from going to a party!!

Not even my father forbade me!

He annoys me!

But being close always feels so good and I like that. I even like that feeling in my stomach. It's just a good feeling, even if I don't know why I feel this feeling inside me when he touches me.

-

Now I'm walking down the street and my feet start to hurt.

For this reason I stop and take off my high heels. Then I take it and just wear it. At least I'm not in pain anymore.

It's a nice feeling when you walk barefoot.

That's why I automatically start smiling and start jumping for joy. Now I realize that I'm actually drunk, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this.

As I continue walking I see a slight puddle and stop.

Should I dare and just jump on it ?

I mean, I haven't acted like a child in a long time. Somehow I missed that.

Without thinking about it, I take a quick look around the area so that I can see that no one can see me jumping on a puddle.

Luckily no one is here, so I can do it without getting looked at strangely.

And I just do it. I jump on the puddle and laugh like a little child who is happy. I keep jumping and I turn around in circles.

"Damian!" I say his name and continue jumping. "Look! I'm jumping! Join in too"

When I said that, I immediately realized it and stopped in shock. I look at him in shock as I continue to find myself in this puddle.

Holy shit!

He watched me act like a child the whole time.

Fuck!

"I" says it and then look down at myself. I'm still in the puddle. That's why I move away from it and put my high heels back on while he just looks at me.

As I put them back on I sit up straight and look at him.

As I look at him, I notice that the corner of his mouth is slightly raised. He smiles slightly at me. The sight gives me goosebumps on my skin.

His smile is just beautiful.

He should do it more often. It suits him.

Out of nowhere a very strong wind appears and blows over my almost naked body, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

I'm so cold !

Before we both say anything, he comes directly to me and takes off his sweater, which he then hands over to me. I accept it gratefully and just put it on without thinking much.

When I put his sweater on, his smell hits my nose. I'm melting inside because he smells just too good.

Damned!

I'm starting to feel warmer thanks to his sweater, and that's a good thing. Damian then picks me up and I put my arms around his neck. He presses me even closer to him.

Since I'm starting to get too tired, I just let him carry me in his arms.

I also lean my head on his chest, which makes him tense up a little. But I just ignore it and breathe in and out.

He then moves on.

"Damian?" I say his name questioningly and look up at him briefly. His gaze is directed forward while I lie in his arms.

"Why did you save me then?" I ask him.

He does not answer.

Okay, then another question.

"Why didn't I burn myself when you caught me?" I ask him directly.

He tenses his jaw.

Yes, he doesn't want to answer either.

Then, another question again.

"Why are you helping me?"

Not a word again.

Can he even talk!!

"Why don't you talk to me?" I ask him.

He doesn't say anything again.

That annoys me.

"Well, then not," I say annoyed and lean against his chest again and close my eyes.

After a while I ask him something again.

"Do you have any siblings, Damian?" I ask him.

“A sister and a brother,” he says now.

Oh!

It speaks!

What a miracle!

He doesn't answer questions about me, but when I ask him other questions, he answers them.

Why doesn't he want to answer these questions about me!

Well, we have time.

Someday I'll figure out why he never answers these questions.

Let's see how this will all end.