"DORIAN!" Aelin busted down the door to her best friend's room. "We're going clubbing. Let's go, get dressed."
"Jesus, Aelin, don't you ever knock?" Dorian set his book down on the bed he was lying on to look at his roommate.
"It's Friday night, and I want to party. And you're not going to make me go by myself, so get dressed. We're leaving in thirty." Her voice was heard as she went back to her room to get ready.
Aelin set her hair free from the mess of a bun it was in and changed out of her pajama shorts and tank top. Now naked save for her panties, she stared at her closet deciding what to wear.
She ran her hand along the hangers of her luxurious outfits. But her hand stopped at the one she felt was right. She pulled it out and set it on her bed. Aelin had a wicked smile on her face as she stared down at the outfit she chose.
"Oh, I like you."
Rowan Whitethorn tossed his keys onto the table as he arrived at his apartment. Working eight hours under a car had drained him, and all he wanted to do was take a long shower and go to sleep. His friends however, seemed to have something else in mind for him when he heard his phone ring and saw Gavriel's contact appear on the screen.
He debated ignoring the call. It was the region of common sense in him that told him to do so. But Rowan loosed a sigh and answered it anyways. I'm really going to regret this.
Rowan swiped his thumb across the screen. "Speak."
"Well, hello to you too, grouchy." Gavriel's voiced was slurred in the slightest. And he heard Lorcan, Fenrys, and Connall in the back. "Tell him that him that if he doesn't get his ass over here right now, we'll all beat the shit out of him." Lorcan's voice. Followed by continuous and rather enthusiastic agreements of Lorcan's claim.
"Fuck no. I'm tired and I want to sleep." Rowan wasn't lying.
"C'mon you old lady. We're all going to SHOTS."
He grumbled. "Another club? Why?"
"Because, Rowan, we're in our twenties, and we live in Miami. Hurry up and get ready. We'll be at your place in five." With that, Gavriel hung up the phone, leaving no room for debate.
So, the man strode off to the shower, while his friends were on the drive to his apartment.
"You think he'll come?" Connall quietly asked from where he sat in the back of the car, staring out the window.
It was Lorcan who answered, "He has to. It's been more than a year now that him and Lyria broke up. He can't stay in this rut forever."
Rowan stepped out of the shower with steam trailing him as he walked into his room and wrapped a towel around his waist. He pulled out a simple green T-shirt and black jeans. It seemed decent enough for a Miami club.
Soon enough his friends arrived, and they headed off.
Dorian sat at the bar with a drink in in his hand as he watched Aelin dance. He wondered if she was doing all this to get over Nehemiah's death. The car crash had hit her the worst, and by the time the ambulance got to the hospital, it was too late. Aelin was in the passenger's seat laughing with him and Nehemiah. It happened all so fast. One second, she was smiling even though they were all exhausted from their day at the beach, and the next…
Dorian didn't let himself finish the thought. It's been almost two years. Besides, they were supposed to be having fun, right? Then Dorian noticed a group of men walk into the club. They were all enormous and seemed to spend a fair amount of time at the gym. They all went to dance except for one man. A man with white hair, and forest green eyes walked over to the bar. And as he turned his head to look at his friends on the dance floor, Dorian noted the tattoo creeping up his neck and to the side of his face. He walked over to where Dorian was seated at the bar and ordered himself a beer.
Rowan turned around on his seat and leaned his back against the counter of the bar and tried to enjoy his drink over the blasting music. Something about you by Majid Jordan was playing. Then he saw her. Her golden hair wild and loose. Her body swayed, and her arms gracefully moved above her head. Her red little tank top and matching pencil skirt that hugged her every curve was cut several inches above the knee. And she was barefoot. By the gods, she was stunning. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be completely lost in the music. As if she was in a trance. Rowan studied the silhouette of her body and when he looked back up to her face her eyes met his. His breath caught, and a sultry smile formed on her beautiful face as she noticed. She held his gaze as she mouthed the lyrics to the song. She continued to move her body even as she looked into his eyes.
"She's a wild one." Dorian said to Rowan, noticing his enthrallment.
"You know her."
Not exactly a question, but Dorian replied all the same. "She's my best friend, and my roommate. We've known each other since infancy."
"What's her name?" Rowan refused to break his gaze on her.
Dorian loosed a small chuckle. "Aelin,"
And as if he had summoned her, Aelin slowly made her way to Rowan, with a sway in her hips. As if she had all the time in the world.