This was it. My body tensed. A mix of emotions started to stir within me. Anxiousness, anger, excitement, relief. I smiled and bite my lip in preparation to turn around and face him.

I knew that once I face him, I would have to look up. Eli was at least a head taller than I was. A perfect fit for times when I tucked my head under his chin in an embrace. I pictured us in that embrace a few seconds from now. I took a deep breath.

Complete and utter disappointment filled me when I came face to face with a guy who's expression was equally as shocked as mine. Realization seemed to loom into his expression while mine remained exactly the same. Who the hell was this? Not Eli. A...a stranger?

I shook my head to get a hold of the current situation. He was yelling something over the music, but I couldn't quite hear him.

"What? I - I can't here you," I yelled, shaking my head and gesturing to my ear.

He smiled and nodded his head. My body suddenly stiffened when I notice him start to lean in. His head inched closer to mine. Close enough to see eyes with the brightest shade of blue. Our right cheeks were within inches of each other. I inhaled sharply. My nose was suddenly filled with a spicy, rust scent that almost made me dizzy with pleasure, longing, want.

I felt a pain in my chest when I noticed I wasn't breathing. I opened my mouth to let out the air I quickly inhaled moments ago.

A heard a voice, deep and clear over the music. "I said, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," the stranger told me.

We both took a step back to face each other again. Everything started to make sense. Disappointment sweeping over me again. Not Eli...

I laughed weakly and nodded as I mouthed the word "OH" in realization.

For a moment, we stood there awkwardly looking at each other. I wondered what else this stranger could want from me, but also wondered why I couldn't just turn around myself. There is certainly nothing else I could do for him. He wasn't Eli, and I didn't want anything else to do with him. I think...

I jumped when I felt a tug at my elbow. It was Amy, thankfully breaking the awkward attraction between this stranger and I. We smiled before we turned away from each other. I let myself steal another glance at his eyes. Deep and mysterious, but bright with color. I couple steps away, I turned to take one last quizzical look at my stranger.

"You ok?" Amy asked, probably sensing my distraction.

I wasn't quite paying attention, because I was still trying to process what happened in the last five minutes. "Hmm?"

"Who was that?" She asked leading the way to the bar and Mark.

"I don't know, but I think I was wrong," I said, finally snapping out of it.

"Wrong about what, hun?" She rose to give Mark another kiss.

I looked at my sister, stunned. "Er...never mind," I said when I noticed the couple looking intensely into each other's eyes. It seems that she's was now the one who was distracted.

I guess it wasn't the right time to include everyone else in my own misery and confusion.

"Come on. Let's dance," my sister suggested seductively to Mark.

"You gonna be ok on your own?" She asked me as she started to drag Mark out to the dance floor.

"Yah...yah. You guys have fun," I replied.

My sister blew me a kiss and disappeared into the crowd. I shook my head laughingly and turned to face the bar to order whatever they had on tap.

Just when I was about to signal for a bartender, there was already one right in front of me with a martini. He placed it in front of me, and I looked at him curiously.

"Compliments from the guy across the bar," the bartender explained, nodding his head back to the general location of whoever bought me the drink. A martini? I mentally scoffed at the drink. One thing you have to know about me: I do not drink martinis. Hello? Do I look like a blonde wearing Dolce & Gabbana, and five inch stiletto heals?

I glanced over to immediately spot a guy staring directly at me. Holy crap. It's the guy who mistook me for someone else. The stranger. My stranger.

For some reason my heart beat sped up again, and breathing became hard. He raised his glass to me, and smiled. Am I melting? I feel like I'm melting. Snap out of it! I thought to myself, giving myself a mental slap. I rose my glass to thank him from a distance.

I stuck my index finger and thumb into my drink to fish out the olive, and pop it into my mouth. Then I downed the martini in one gulp. My stranger raised an eyebrow in a seemingly impressed expression. I smiled coyly, and slightly leaned over the bar to order a drink of my own from the bartender, all the while never taking my eyes off my stranger.

He was watching and questioning ever move I made. The bartender quickly prepared my simple drink. A shot of whiskey. I grabbed my drink as soon as it was placed in front of me, and gave my stranger a playful look before I knocked back my drink. I slammed my glass back down on the counter.

The bartender was good at his job. He filled my glass instantly, and I raised it to him to thank him. I glanced back to my stranger to notice his eyes still locked on to me. The same blue eyes that was still visible from a distance. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

Then it hit me. A sudden wave of guilt. What the hell was I doing? Flirting with a complete stranger like that. I quickly turned away from the bar to face the dance floor. I gave myself the task to spot Amy and Mark in the packed crowd to try and distract me from my own thoughts.

My mind betrayed me by flashing assaulting images, and senses: a hand softly running down my cheek. I tried my hardest to shake the thoughts from my head. No luck. They kept coming at me. A collage of images in disarray. Frustrating me, confusing me, pleasing me. My hands running the length of someone's back. A face that still remained a mystery was buried in the curve of my neck, pressing soft kisses that sent tingling sensations down my back. Every breath I took sent me drowning in the most tantalizing aroma of spices.

I immediately brought myself back to reality, trying to focus on the people on the dance floor, still in a slight daze. My eyes began to sting, so I blinked to moisten them. Big mistake. Images began to harass me again: my hands tangled in his hair, urgent lips pressed against mine. Hands on my waist, trying to bring me closer. I tightened my grip on his hair and reluctantly pulled him back to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes lazily looking back with passion.

My eyes shot back open. I frantically looked around to find myself back in the club. My breathing was heavy. It was as though I just sprinted a lap around a track. I quickly made my way through the crowd in search of the bathroom. The images from my vision started to replay vaguely in my head. Where was the damn bathroom?