Small Stakes
The moment is sexy and spontaneous, even though you too are just downing shots together
The loud music is blaring in your ears, telling you everything you need to hear.
Her hair is a disheveled mess of brown, and you'd do anything to be lost in it.
You think you love her, but you also think you're full of shit.
She takes a shot, and the cool liquid drips down her long, tan neck.
You want to call it quits.
But it is too late for that.
"Grace." You whisper.
Her mouth becomes wide with her toothy grin.
You laugh, because seeing her smile makes you laugh.
Nothing is funny but you laugh anyway.
You think this is love.
But that could be the tequila and weed talking.
"Dance with me." She hushes.
She's swaying with the music and you think she's magic.
She has stopped moving, but she's still moving in your mind.
She's leaning in to you.
You kiss her soft lips and you don't want to stop.
You don't want to stop loving her.
"I love you." You whisper.
She laughs and you know she loves you too.
She's going off about something.
But you know that nothing she is saying matters.
This is my first Skins fanfic. Please read and review and tell me what you think :)