The music was booming and it almost seemed like the house was shaking. I drank my beer while he gave me the tour. Whenwe finished walking around the first floor I needed a refill. We headed into the basement and both refilled our glasses.
"Do you want to dance?" He almost had to yell so I could hear him.
"And by dance, do you mean that?" I asked and pointed to a couple who was grinding.
"Well, if you want to dance like that I might need another drink."
I laughed. "Probably something stronger than beer." I smiled up at him.
"Well that, babe, I can arrange." He grabbed my hand and brought me back over to the bar. He walked behind the counter and brought out a bottle of vodka. "If I'm going to dance crazy, so are you." He poured the vodka into two shot glasses. "We should probably finish these first," he said and held up his red cup. "It would be a shame to waste."
I rolled my eyes and drank the rest of my beer. I tossed him my empty cup. "Satisfied?"
"Not yet," he said and stared at me playfully. He lifted up his shot glass and I did too. The alcohol burned my throat as it went down. I slammed it back down on the table. Tyler looked back at the people dancing. "I don't know, still looks pretty provocative. Maybe one more?"
"Tyler, are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Me? You're the one that wants to dance like that. You, Penny, are trying to get me wasted. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"Fine, one more shot each. Then I'll see what moves you have."
Tyler grinned and poured more vodka into the shot glasses. "Here's to a fun night," he said and raised his glass.
Here's to forgetting Austin. My head was beginning to grow foggy, but I downed the second shot as well. Tyler grabbed my hand and we ran into the sea of people dancing. He turned me around and pulled my hips into him. I let my body move to the beat.
"Penny," he whispered into my ear. "What are you trying to do to me?"
I reached my hand up behind his neck and let him control my hips. He turned me around so that I was facing him.
"You're a great dancer."
"Tyler, this is not dancing," I laughed.
"Oops, alcohol must have worn off." He quickly picked me up and lifted me over his shoulder.
"Tyler!"
He walked me over to the bar and placed me back on my feet. Everything seemed a little blurry. He grabbed the bottle and wrapped his free hand around my waist. He led me toward the staircase. When we reached the first floor he led me to another set of stairs.
"I haven't shown you the second story yet," he said as we made our way upstairs.
"You mean your room?"
"Penny, you are quite the cynic. Actually, no, not my room." He touched a tie on one of the doorknobs. "This room," he said, andopened the adjacent door that didn't have a tie hanging from the doorknob.
"I can assure you, Tyler, that you will not be getting lucky tonight."
"I don't even know what you're referring to. I just wanted you to show me how you prefer to dance. Without all those other people around." He took a swig from the bottle and handed it to me.
I took a small sip and set it on the bureau. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips. Then I reached up and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. We slowly swayed back and forth. This was probably the sweetest thing a guy had ever done for me. I moved closer to him so that our bodies were touching.
"So you like it nice and slow?" Tyler said gently.
"If you are referring to dancing? Yes, isn't this nice?"
He leaned down to kiss me. I wanted to forget about Austin and I needed to forget about Professor Hunter. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer as he kissed me deeply. His hands slid down from my waist and grabbed my ass. I let him squeeze for a second before reaching down and moving his hands back to my waist.
"Penny, please, you're killing me." He lifted my chin in his hand and kissed me again.
