Gabriella’s POV
We proceeded to the dance floor. The DJ was playing Sia’s “Unstoppable.” I could feel people looking at me. I looked around the dance floor. I became irritated. Chole and Alex were kissing. I returned to the bar because I was so uptight. The dance floor seemed to be reserved for couples exclusively. I sipped my drink quickly. I stared at the bartender as it was refreshing and so fuckenly amazing, but I wanted something strong.
“I want something powerful,” I grumbled as I replaced the drinking glass on the bar counter.
“I can give you a tequila shot,” the bartender offers.
“Sure, give it to me.” I leaned forwards as he blasted me with a lemon. "How do you take this?" I inquired, with a grin on my face.
“Gulp down the shot,” the guy said. The tequila was burning my throat.
“One more,” I said as I repositioned the small glass on the bar counter. He offered me another shot, and I drank it as well. I surveyed the area. I wanted to twerk. I’ve always been a twerking monster, and that drink did exactly what I wanted. I returned to the dance floor, this time without caring that it was for the couples. I was wobbling my butt, and I could feel eyes on me again. For some reason, the gaze on me accelerated my butt twerking.
Is this what they mean by sexual desire? I burst out laughing.
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