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Chapter 6: Let's Get High
Beep, Beep, Beep
Beep, Beep, Beep
"Mmmmm," I groan as the beeping noise gets louder.
Beep, Beep, Beep
After the third beep, I'm pulled out of my sleep and barely open one eye to see where it's coming from. As I become more alert, I realize that the sound is my alarm and quickly pat around the side table to find it and turn it off as fast as I can, not wanting to hear the annoying buzzing sound again. I sigh and roll back over, hoping to go back to sleep, when suddenly I remember exactly who I went to sleep next to, well actually, who I went to sleep holding and that's when my eyes snap open in panic. But when I look, I'm met with an empty bed and cold sheets, so I look toward the bathroom to see if maybe that's where she is but the door is wide open. Brittany is gone. I sit up and brush my fingers through my hair, feeling disappointed that she isn't here anymore. I start to freak out as my heart rate increases and my throat go dry. Did she hear me last night? Maybe she wasn't really asleep? Shit, she felt me kiss her and she totally freaked out and left, and now it's going to be awkward. Wonderful. This day couldn't have started any worse. And now we're going to be stuck on another train ride for too many hours as we head to Munich.
Feeling anxious, I decide it's best if I get up and distract myself in any way I can, so I start packing up the room, although there isn't much to do since I just got this room yesterday but regardless, I continue to make sure I haven't left anything behind and get ready for a day of traveling and take a quick shower, hoping to calm myself down, at least a little bit. The shower honestly just makes things worse as my mind wanders and I start creating different scenarios in my head as to what could have made her leave before I woke up. Knowing I've delayed meeting up with the rest of the group as much as I can, I grab my luggage and start to head to the lobby. I'm beyond thankful that I don't run into Brittany on our floor or that I don't get stuck with her in the elevator. Talk about awkward. I make my way toward the entrance of the hotel and see that most of our group is already out there waiting for the bus to take us to the train station. I look around and see Sugar, Puck, and Brittany standing there, none of them noticing me. I decide that at that moment, to pretend like nothing happened last night and hopefully the rest of this trip is not ruined.
"Hey, guys!" I say a little too enthusiastically.
"Hey, Lopez! Ready to ditch this place?"
"I actually really liked Switzerland," I shrug my shoulders and do anything to avoid eye contact with Brittany, who's strong stare I can feel burning a hole in my face.
Thankfully the bus arrives at that moment and we start making our way towards it. I'm behind Sugar and Puck and as soon as I am about to get on, I feel someone grab my arm. I look behind and see Brittany and stop to see what she wants.
"What's up?" I say as I try and keep my voice calm and level.
"I know you told me to stop saying it but I just wanted to say thank you again for last night," she tells me, her voice soft and delicate. "Also, sorry if you think I ditched you this morning, I really had to get my room in order before we left today."
I try to act like I didn't expect her to be there in the morning, or that I didn't wish we were tangled in bed, holding each other. "No problem, Britt. You don't have to apologize." I give her a small smile and turn back around to get on the bus.
The bus ride to the train station is short, thankfully because even though Brittany apologized, and even though she really didn't have anything to apologize for, I just need a minute to not be around her. I shouldn't be this disappointed that she wasn't there in the morning. It's not like we're in a relationship. We haven't done anything and as far as Brittany is concerned, we are just friends. It's the crap in my head and just being around this girl that is making me crazy.
Once we arrive at the train station, I am even happier to find that my seat is next to Sugar. I'm not sure how she does it, but she always seems to be able to find alcohol, no matter what situation she's put in, and in this case, I am definitely not complaining.
"Cheers, bitch!"
"Cheers," I say as I giggle and take a sip of the chilled champagne that was brought to our seats just moments ago.
"I'm shocked Britt didn't try and switch seats with me. You guys seem like you've gotten really close over the past week."
I clear my throat, clearly not used to Sugar's bluntness quiet yet. "Um, yeah we have," I say vaguely, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation, knowing Sugar is on to my not-so-subtle feelings for Brittany.
But being who she is, she turns in her seat, tucking her legs under her and takes another sip of her champagne, giving me a pointed look, like she knows there is more than I am leading on. I see her look over her shoulder and then back at me, "Come on. Talk to me. Britt and Puck are like 5 rows behind us, they can't see or hear us."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say," I shrug, continuing to be stubborn and slightly in denial. I mean, the second I say it out loud and especially to Brittany's best friend, everything becomes real and I don't even know what I am feeling to deal with whatever will come of this conversation.
"Well, how about we start with you admitting that you might have a crush on her?" I keep my gaze on her eyes and can see the smirk on her face, not that she is trying to hide it.
"Maybe. No. I don't know," I sigh in frustration. "I don't know what I'm feeling. Is it a crush? Yeah, maybe! I do know that I like spending time with her and she makes me want to break out of this perfect rule-following girl that I've been my whole life."
Sugar doesn't say anything, just continues to look at me intently, waiting for me to continue. "It's crazy, right? Like I have all these feelings as if I've known her my whole life. I mean, yeah, we all went to high school together, but let's be honest, none of us were actually friends back then."
"Just because you feel like things are happening fast in your head, doesn't mean it's wrong, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. There's also the fact that I don't think Brittany has any of the same thoughts about me that I do about her. Sure, I think she's flirted with me on a few occasions and she's opened up to me a lot but that doesn't mean anything. Plus, I don't want to ruin our friendship that we are building," I continue to ramble, trying to organize my thoughts, which are coming out more like word vomit.
"Want to know what I think?" I nod, wanting so desperately to get some helpful advice, especially if it's from one of her best friends. "I think you should flirt back. Feel her out. If I know Brittany like I think I do, the girl definitely finds you attractive and clearly enjoys your company just as much as you do. I've barely seen her this trip! She just always seems to want to be around you. Keep it casual and fun, this is supposed to be a fun trip. Maybe it's what you both need. Brittany might seem like she is a free soul, but deep down she needs that companionship, whether that becomes more than just friends or not."
I let Sugar's words sink in. She's right. I need to just get out of my stupid head and stop overthinking everything. I can't control every situation and just need to go with the flow and enjoy this time with her, no matter how much I want to just grab her and kiss the crap out of her, to feel how soft her lips would feel against mine.
"You're right. Thanks for the advice!" I smile and raise my glass as we down the rest of our drinks.
The remainder of the trip is filled with conversation, naps and some studying as we finally arrive in Munich. The next couple of days are spent in Munich which was more nature heavy than I expected. We go on a hike that has the most gorgeous views, and I can tell Brittany is really enjoying this part of the trip, able to get amazing footage along the way. After my talk with Sugar, I decide that I need to be a little more care-free especially when it comes to Brittany. Things with us don't change, to my relief, which makes me truly believe she never felt the soft kiss I placed on her shoulder that night in my room. Throughout the days, we share laughs as we did before and become even closer, her opening up more about her childhood and her mom, and I even notice that we playfully flirt with each other more. We don't have as much alone time as we did in the earlier part of this trip, but it's also nice to spend time with Sugar and Puck and become closer with them. After Munich, the group moves to Prague, which includes a Bohemian feast with amazing beer. To say we're all drunk is an understatement but Puck makes sure we enjoy every second of it. From Prague, we spend two days in Berlin which is a much more mellow schedule. We are able to have a day to explore by ourselves and decided to stick together while roaming the city.
It's early in the morning and we are yet again on another train but this time headed to Amsterdam. Puck is beyond excited to be finally going there that he actually is the first one up this morning and even grabs the three of us coffee.
"Okay. So, first things first, weed!"
I chuckle when I see Brittany rolling her eyes at his comment. "Really? You act like you've never smoked weed before."
"B, this is Amsterdam. It's different! Plus, Lopez is totally gonna get high for the first time, right?" He says as he nudges me. Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, which does not go unmissed by Puck. "Oh, come on! Don't back out now! "
"Who said I was backing out?"
"Hell yeah! We are going to get so high! What should we do first? I heard we can just walk into any coffee shop and they should have the goods."
"The goods?" Brittany says through a laugh while she shakes her head.
Another 6-hour train ride and we arrive in Amsterdam. After all these train rides, we've become a pro at passing the time. Sugar, of course, is once again able to get alcohol for us and we spend the time drinking and laughing and listening to Puck plan our weed binge through town.
It's not a shock that he is the first of the train, practically running and shoving past others to get off. The rest of us join him minutes later and head toward the hotel to get settled. Once everyone has changed and freshened up, we meet up in the lobby and head out into the city with Puck leading the pack.
"Over there!" He points to the first coffee shop he sees and picks up his pace as if it wasn't fast enough, and the three of us start to pick up our pace just to keep up.
He's like a kid in a candy shop. I walk in and decide to get a cup of coffee while I wait for them to get 'the good stuff', as Puck puts it. Twenty minutes later, we leave the coffee shop, Puck looking extremely satisfied with his purchase.
"Okay. Where to?" He asks as he looks to us.
"Park?" I suggest and everyone nods.
Since being in multiple different countries and cities over the past two weeks, it seems like we've gotten really good at knowing where to find certain places without a map. And with that, we find this small park and see an area that is less crowded, which is where we decide to hang out. Puck empties out the bag on the grass in front of him and I look to see the all the different things he actually bought. I see some weed that I assume we will smoke out of the piece he also purchased, as well as some rolled up joints. Yes, just because I've never smoked before doesn't mean I don't know the terminology or how it works, I did go to college and, regardless of what others think of me, I did attend some parties.
"So, since this is your first time, Lopez, would you do the honors of choosing?" He lifts up the joints with one hand and the piece with his other, "Which one?"
Since I have no idea what the difference actually is between the two, I choose the joint. "Joint."
"Good choice. Britt, start us off?" He hands her the joint and the lighter along with it and I watch Brittany light the joint and take a hit. I never thought I would find that attractive, but I'm pleasantly surprised at how turned on I am at this very moment. I watch her as she effortlessly inhales the smoke and holds it in her lungs for a second before she's exhaling.
"This is actually really good stuff," she says through a small cough. She takes one more, small hit and passes it off to Sugar, who then passes it to Puck.
"Yeah, it is!" He says as he exhales the smoke from his lungs. He takes one more hit and the next thing I know he is passing the joint to me. I take it not really knowing what to expect as I bring it closer to my lips. I'm about to bring it completely to my mouth when Brittany stops me.
"Careful on the first hit, San. Just take a small hit, feel it out so you don't cough too much. Coughing sucks, don't want your lungs and throat to feel like it's on fire."
I nod and continue as she instructed and take a really small hit, not small enough where I didn't even taste anything but small enough. I keep the smoke in a little, as I saw the others do and start to exhale slowly.
"So, what do you think?" Puck says with a sly smirk plastered firmly on his face.
"It's good. Don't really feel anything though," I tell him as I take another hit, inhaling a little longer than the first one. As I hold in the smoke, I feel the urge to cough and kind of choke as I try and exhale everything from my lungs and continue to cough a little. Sugar hands me some water and I look up at the others as they start laughing.
"Alright, Lopez! That was badass," Puck says as I take the joint and pass it back to Brittany. I mentally pat myself on the back. The rotation goes again and it comes back to me and I do the same thing I did last time, making sure to take two really good hits, a little annoyed that I'm not feeling anything. I still cough but nowhere near as much as I did the first time around. I pass it to Brittany and watch her take a rip from the joint, so fucking sexy, and that's when it all suddenly hits me.
It feels like my head is floating above my body and I get lost staring at her lips as she takes another hit. Everything feels like it's in slow motion like I'm watching those tacky hip hop music videos where some girl is smoking and there is a close-up shot of just her lips and the smoke escaping, except the girl, is Brittany. Best. Thing. Ever. I follow her hand as she passes it to Puck.
"Guys," I randomly blurt out. "Amsterdam is awesome." Everyone stares at me for what feels like hours and suddenly bursts out laughing.
"Fuck yeah, it is!" Puck yells. He puts the joint out as I lay back on the grass, my body feeling heavy but light at the same time. I get lost in my thoughts and forget where I am for a minute just thinking and thinking, about nothing in particular.
"What are thoughts? Like we have these thoughts and then we think them but it like never stops." I blurt out of nowhere as I stare up at the sky.
"Whoa, that's deep," I hear Sugar say next to me. It's silent for a second and that's when the most genius idea, or what I think is a genius idea at the time, comes to me and I shoot up to tell the rest of them.
"I figured it out! The thoughts are thunk by the thinkers!"
"What does that even mean?" Puck asks and I give him this look as if he's crazy for not understanding me.
"We have thoughts, right? And like, we are thinking them. So, we are the thinkers of our thoughts," I tell him as if this is the most factual and obvious thing. "So, basically, the thoughts are thunk by the thinkers!"
"Genius. Pure genius!" Brittany says. "San, your eyes are so blown right now!"
"What! They are? What does it look like?"
"Bloodshot. You're so high right now, aren't you?" She asks me.
"Is this what it feels like to be high?" I see her exaggeratedly nod. "I'm hungry."
The rest can't contain their laughter at my last comment and I look at them with wide eyes.
"Munchies!" Puck screams with a smile that says, 'I'm extremely proud of myself for getting you so high for the first time'.
"Also, my mouth is dry as shit. Like, I feel like I can drink a gallon of water in one breath right now," I say as I try and lick my lips to moisten my mouth.
Brittany hands me a water bottle and says, "Cottonmouth. Not the best side effect of smoking but you'll live." I take the bottle and literally chug the entire thing in seconds.
"Water is amazing!" I moan out as if I was stranded in a desert without water for three days. "How long will I feel like this?" I ask as I lay back down on my back.
"Not long. Then we can smoke more!"
"Chill out, Puck. Think we smoked enough for today. Any more and we won't do anything for the rest of the day," Sugar tells him. "Speaking of the rest of the day, let's go out tonight! I've heard the clubs here are insane."
"I'm down!" I couldn't believe I said that. Maybe stoned-me knows how to chill out and enjoy life. Whatever, I think I am way too high to worry about that. "How long have we been lying here? Feels like 6 hours!" I hear Brittany start giggling next to me and a little snort escape. "Oh my god! Did you just snort?" I start laughing so hard that my abs start to cramp.
"No! Yes? Shut up!" She chokes out as we all continue cracking up.
"Okay, stonies, let's go eat something before we head back to the hotel," Puck says as we get up quickly, everyone beyond starving at this point. I've never been so hungry in my life!
After we freshen up, and the high wears off, we head out to an early dinner. We find a place close to our hotel so we can have time to head back to the hotel to change for our night out, and so we have time to pre-drink, which according to Puck is necessary. I don't know if I'm still feeling the lingering effects of the weed but my meal is fucking delicious.
I shower and stare at my perfectly made bed with two different outfit choices spread out for tonight. One is a tight black dress that stops high on my thigh and the other is a tight skirt with a sheer top to go with it. As I continue to stare at my two options, not even pretending like I don't have Brittany and which one she would like better on my mind, I hear a knock at my door. I open to see Brittany standing there in the sexiest outfit. My eyes go straight to her feet which have a pair of simple black heels on them, and slowly start moving up her smooth, bare legs. She has a skirt on that barely covers her upper thighs and shows off her never-ending, perfectly toned legs. As my gaze continues I see the magenta colored tank top she has that is flawlessly tucked into the high waisted skirt that features the thinnest straps, revealing her smooth skin and long arms. I finally reach her face, her hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail that shows off her long neck and soft milky skin. Her eyes are the bluest I've ever seen, with the right amount of eyeliner coating her upper and lower lid finished off with perfectly curled lashes and a slight tint of blush. I swear she looks like the most perfect human being and I can't get myself to look away, her eyes staring straight into mine, unwavering.
"Hey! Almost ready?" She asks effectively breaking my stare.
"Uh, almost? Just trying to figure out what to wear. You look amazing, by the way," I tell her truthfully. "Wanna help?"
"Yeah!" She says enthusiastically as I let her into my room. She takes her heels off so she can move freely around my room while I get ready and looks at my outfit choices. I see her head move from each outfit, back and forth, and she finally points to the option she thinks is best. "That one!"
"Yeah. Good choice!" I smile as I grab the dress she picked and head to the bathroom. I quickly touch up my hair which I decide to leave down with the natural curl look and finish my make-up. I put the dress on and walk out of the bathroom and see Brittany sitting on the edge of my bed.
She looks up and I swear she was checking me out the same way I was moments ago when she got to my room.
"Damn. You look hot! Definitely a good choice," she says and I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
"Thanks," I tell her a lot more timidly than I would have liked. "Are the rest ready?"
"Almost! Told them we would meet up in Puck's room to have a couple drinks before we go."
I nod and look through my purse, making sure I have everything I would need. I turn towards Brittany to let her know I'm ready when I see her pull out a joint.
She gives me a smirk as I eye the joint. "Took this from Puck earlier. Figured we could take a couple hits before going out. You interested?"
I hesitate at first but think quickly, fuck it, why not? So, I nod as she lights it up. We take a couple of hits, just enough to feel it a little and head towards Puck's.
We are in the elevator since Puck's room is four floors up from ours when I start to feel the couple of hits we took to start to creep up. I'm leaning against the wall of the elevator and look over to see Brittany staring at me with glazed over eyes. I give her a pointed look to ask what she's staring at when her playful smile turns into a mischievous smirk.
"You really do look hot," she husks with a flirtatious smile that makes my entire body heat up.
"Thank you," I respond shyly. Her body starts to slide closer to me when the elevator doors open but she doesn't budge from her spot. I clear my throat and stand up straighter, motioning towards the entrance. "Shall we?"
"Mhm," she barely hums out and motions for me to exit first. "Ladies first!"
I laugh at her chivalry, "Why thank you, but you know, you're a lady as well?"
"Yes, but you're a pretty lady, so pretty ladies first," she adds with a wink as I walk out and start down the hall towards Puck's room.
"Damn ladies! I'm gonna look like a pimp walking in the club with the three of you!" Puck says when he opens the door. "Round of drinks before we head out?"
As our taxi pulls up to the club, I can already hear the loud music and I am quickly being dragged to the entrance by Brittany. This girl is must really be excited to dance. Puck, of course, insists that we head to the bar first to get a drink, and honestly, I'm glad he does. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.
"Shots?" Pucks turns to ask us.
"Yes!" Sugar yells over the loud music.
"Cheers! To a great night we won't remember!" We all laugh at Puck's toast and take the chilled shot of vodka which goes down surprisingly smooth considering the fact that, up until this trip, I'm not much of a drinker.
"Let's dance!"
"You guys go ahead. I'm gonna hang by the bar for a little," Puck tells us, so us girls head to the dance floor.
The music is loud and the dance floor is crowded but we are able to squeeze through the different groups of people and find a spot close to the DJ. Brittany immediately starts moving, feeling the music completely through her body. It's mesmerizing to watch and I can't get myself to tear my eyes away from her movement until I feel someone nudge me in the arm.
"You're staring," she says with a knowing smirk, leaning into me so I'm the only that can hear her over the music. All I can do is just roll my eyes at her and try and get myself to snap out of yet again another 'Brittany-daze' and start dancing. We dance until our feet hurt and Sugar suggests we take a break and find Puck to get another drink. As we get closer to the bar, we see him talking, or flirting rather, with one of the bartenders.
"Hey ladies! This is Adrianna."
She gets us a round of shots and Sugar quickly gets another to follow that up with. I am definitely starting to feel the alcohol because that is the only explanation for my desperate need to want to dance. Puck joins us this time as well and we head back to the area closest to the DJ.
We're all dancing together in one big group and the alcohol helps loosen me up and I start dancing like nobody's watching. Sugar starts to dance with me playfully and I'm having a great time, giggling and over exaggerating grinding my butt into her when I turn and see Brittany dancing with another girl. Sure, I was dancing with Sugar but not like this. They are facing each other with their bodies so close, as they move in synch with each other and I feel the jealousy start to brew within me, even though, in reality, I have no right to be. This is the last thing I want to watch, and I know I have no right to act like a jealous girlfriend, and I certainly can't go over there and rip the girl off of Brittany, so I grab Sugar's hand without any explanation and drag her towards the bar.
"Four vodka shots, please!" I tell the bartender, quite aggressively.
As soon as the shots are put in front of me I grab two and hand them to Sugar as I down one myself, quickly followed by the second. I'm probably going to regret that in the morning, but I could care less at this moment. Sugar looks at me wide eyes in complete shock of my actions.
"Um, you good, San?" She asks.
"Yup," I tell her, shortly.
"So, the sudden urge to drag me to the bar had nothing to do with Brittany dancing with that cute girl?"
"Nope," I quickly say, trying to play it cool.
"You know, it doesn't mean anything. Brittany loves to dance and gets extremely friendly when she's drinking."
"I don't want to feel jealous, but I do! Ugh! This is so annoying. Help me!" Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but I'm just going to blame it on the ridiculous amounts of alcohol I have so uncharacteristically decided to consume tonight.
"Okay. Here's the plan. We're going to order two more shots and go back out there. Just have fun tonight."
"Yeah. Okay. I can do that."
We head back to the dance floor and I see Brittany has ditched the hoe and is dancing with Puck. Maybe that was harsh, I'm sure the girl was nice, but I'm drunk. I can't help but be happy to see she is no longer dancing with that girl. Brittany sees us and immediately wraps us both in a hug, screaming, "Where'd you guys go?"
"We went to have a drink!"
"Without us?" She says, with a playful pout. "Puck, bar! We have to catch up to these two who decided to get a drink without us," she follows with a wink in our direction.
It seems like they are gone forever, and in the meantime, Sugar and I start dancing with each other again, truly enjoying my night out when I feel a body press up close behind me and grab my waist, dancing in rhythm with us. My initial panic quickly turns into excitement when I turn my head to the side and see blonde hair and take in the scent that has become familiar to me. Brittany. I turn to look in front of me again and see Puck dancing the same way behind Sugar. From an outside perspective, it looks like four friends dancing together but internally, my heart is doing backflips at the feeling of having her pressed so close to my body.
Our bodies move in sync to the music and our movements become bolder. Her grip on my hips becomes stronger as she pulls me more into her body. The area around us becomes more crowded and we somehow get separated from Puck and Sugar. Her one hand moves from my hip and slips around my waist as my arm goes up and around her neck pulling her face closer to mine. I swear I felt her lips lightly graze my neck making my hold on hers even stronger. It must be the alcohol that makes me turn, bringing us face to face with no room between our bodies. My arms wrap around her and she holds me close as we continue to move to the music effortlessly. We continue like this, our eyes staying locked on each other when she leans in further to rest her forehead against mine and in one swift movement slips her leg between mine. I try to suppress the moan in my throat that is begging to be released as her leg starts to rub against me. Even with all these people around us, at this moment, I can't seem to be bothered and let myself get lost in all things Brittany. The way she moves against me causing just enough friction and the way her face looks, lust filled eyes with a slight layer of sweat starting to coat her forehead. Brittany pulls her head away from mine as she swipes my hair to the side and leans in, this time her lips clearly making contact with my skin as I throw my head back at the sudden turn of events. Her lips feel so soft and I can't help but think about how they would feel on my own but I can't get myself to make that move, plus Brittany seems to be taking control, much to my liking. I feel myself whimper when her lips detach from my neck but my disappointment is short lived when I open my eyes and see her staring back at me with pure lust. I instinctively lick my lips and part them as she looks down and back up at me, slowly leaning in, our bodies no longer moving. Her lips are so close to mine that I can almost feel them when my body is shoved abruptly into her, making her stumble backward while still holding onto me. I turn to see the crowd around us, the same crowd I forgot was there. Great timing, asshole, I think to myself and can't help but feel frustrated. She was so close to kissing me!
"You okay?" She asks as we both catch our bearings.
"Yeah. I'm good. Just some drunk guy," I stutter, thankful that the lights are off so she can't see my flushed face.
"There you guys are!"
We both snap our heads and see Puck and Sugar standing next to us. Sugar must notice the look on my face because she gives me a questioning look which I return with a small smile.
"Ready to head out?" Sugar asks us and we both nod. Brittany and I are no longer touching and I wish more than anything that nothing would've interrupted us. She was definitely going to kiss me, right?
We head out of the club, weaving through the crowd. I take in a huge breath as the fresh air fills my lungs. The cab ride back to the hotel is comfortably silent with Puck in the front and me sitting in the back between Sugar and Brittany. I look over to Brittany, who's leaning her head against the window with her eyes shut when Sugar puts her hand on mine and giving it a squeeze. I'm really glad that she is here with me, not only to help with Brittany but just as a friend.
Brittany and I are the first to get off the elevator since our rooms are on the same floor. We walk in silence towards my room, my body still buzzing from our dancing and ears still ringing from the music, as I take my key out of my purse. I know she is going to wait for me to be inside before she makes her way towards her own room so I turn toward her in front of my door and give her a smile which is immediately returned.
"I had a lot of fun tonight dancing with you, San," she says sweetly to me. "It's nice to dance with someone who can keep up," she teases.
"Me too, Britt," I chuckle at her comment, happy that she approved of my dancing skills.
We stand there in silence staring at each other for what feels like forever when I clear my throat. "We should get some sleep. Have a good night."
"Yeah. You too." She leans toward me and I feel my heart race. Oh my god. It's happening. She's going to kiss me. I close my eyes and start to lean into her as well when I feel the softens of her lips make contact with my cheek and as quickly as the kiss was there she is pulling away. "Sleep well, San."