Arrive at Bella’s Apartment

The Uber finally slows to a stop outside Bella’s apartment building.

Neither of you moves immediately.

Streetlights glow softly through the windows while the engine idles quietly underneath the tension hanging in the backseat. Bella stays turned toward you, one leg still pressed between yours while her breathing slowly steadies after the last kiss.

And fuck.

The way she’s looking at you right now feels dangerous.

Drunk.

Worked up.

Clearly horny.

Trying very hard not to completely lose patience.

For a second it honestly feels like she’s deciding whether to drag you upstairs or just take your pants off right here in the car.

The driver clears his throat awkwardly from the front seat.

“Uh,” he says carefully, “here you are.”

Reality snaps back slightly.

Bella laughs breathlessly under her breath while covering part of her face for a second.

“Oh my god,” Bella mutters.

“Have a good night,” the driver says politely while very obviously avoiding eye contact in the mirror.

“You too,” you say immediately.

Bella just laughs harder.

Then the second the doors unlock?

She practically rushes out first.

Cold night air hits immediately as you step out after her. Bella waits beside the curb instead of walking ahead alone, and the second you shut the door behind you she grabs your hand again automatically.

Still smiling.

Still visibly drunk.

Still very obviously affected by everything that happened tonight.

“That ride took forever,” Bella groans dramatically while fixing the bottom of her dress quickly.

“You said that like six times.”

“Because it was TRUE.”

You laugh quietly while she smooths the tight black fabric back down against her thighs.

The dress still looks ridiculous on her.

Her makeup stays slightly smudged from the club while loose curls fall around flushed cheeks underneath the apartment parking lot lights. The hem rides dangerously high every time she moves, and Bella keeps having to tug it back down absentmindedly while talking.

And honestly?

It somehow still looks just as hot outside the club as it did inside.

Bella catches you staring again immediately.

“What?” Bella asks teasingly.

“You know exactly what.”

Bella grins instantly.

“You’re obsessed with this dress.”

“You should probably arrest whoever let you leave the house wearing it.”

Bella bursts out laughing while grabbing your hand tighter.

“Oh my god.”

The walk toward the building stays short.

And quiet.

Way quieter than the club.

No bass shaking the floor.

No crowd screaming around you.

No flashing lights.

Just distant traffic, cold night air, and the sound of Bella’s heels clicking unevenly against the pavement while she keeps drifting closer into your side every few steps.

And somehow?

The silence makes the tension feel heavier instead of lighter.

Bella glances over at you while smiling slightly.

“You know,” Bella says quietly, “I normally don’t do this.”

You immediately laugh.

“Thats impossible to believe.”

Bella shoves your arm lightly.

“I’m serious.”

“You were shaking ass in the middle of the club.”

Bella bursts out laughing again.

“Okay fair.”

“You also almost climbed into my lap in the Uber.”

Bella covers her face dramatically.

“Oh my GOD.”

“You literally said you couldn’t wait anymore.”

Bella laughs harder while shaking her head.

“Okay but can you blame me?”

Jesus Christ.

“You’re crazy.”

Bella smiles proudly.

“You liked feeling me on you.”

You laugh quietly under your breath.

“That obvious?”

Bella looks over immediately.

“Very.”

The memory clearly hits both of you again at the same time.

The dance floor.

The crowd reactions.

Her friends recording.

The way the entire club started watching both of you.

Bella groans dramatically while hiding her face briefly again.

“Oh my god that VIDEO.”

“You looked ridiculous.”

“We looked ridiculous,” Bella corrects immediately while laughing.

“That crowd was losing their minds.”

Bella bites her lip trying not to smile too hard.

“Yeah,” Bella admits quietly. “That was kinda hot.”

The apartment stairwell door finally swings open once Bella pulls her keys out.

The second both of you step inside, the quiet somehow makes everything feel even more intense.

The hallway lights glow dimly overhead while the heavy stairwell door closes behind you with a loud metallic thud.

And almost immediately Bella presses close again.

Like she physically can’t help herself anymore.

One hand grabs the front of your shirt while she pulls you into another kiss halfway up the first stair landing.

Messy.

Impatient.

Still fueled almost entirely by adrenaline and ****.

You back against the wall instinctively while Bella presses herself closer underneath the dim stairwell lighting.

And fuck.

The way she keeps touching you now feels almost restless.

Hands sliding across your chest.

Fingers grabbing your arms.

Body pressed close like she’s trying to stay connected to you every second possible.

Bella laughs softly against your mouth at one point after slightly stumbling in her heels.

“Okay wait,” Bella says while laughing breathlessly. “I’m actually drunk.”

“No shit.”

Bella shoves your chest lightly.

“Shut up.”

You steady her automatically when she misses the next stair slightly.

Bella immediately smiles afterward.

“See?” Bella says proudly. “Reliable.”

“You almost ate shit on the stairs.”

“But you caught me.”

Jesus Christ.

She keeps smiling at you like every tiny interaction tonight somehow makes her want you more instead of less.

By the time you finally reach her floor, both of you are still laughing quietly underneath the leftover adrenaline from the club.

Bella slows slightly once you stop outside her apartment door.

And for the first time all night?

She gets quieter.

Not nervous exactly.

Just suddenly more aware of what’s about to happen.

Bella pulls her keys out while trying to unlock the door.

Then immediately misses the keyhole the first time.

You laugh quietly.

Bella groans dramatically.

“Oh my god shut UP.”

“You’re struggling.”

“I can feel you staring.”

“You’re making this very entertaining.”

Bella finally gets the door unlocked before turning back toward you again.

Then she pauses for half a second while standing in the doorway.

One eyebrow raised slightly.

“You coming?” Bella asks softly.

Like there was ever another option.

You step closer immediately.

Bella smiles.

Then grabs the front of your shirt again and pulls you into one more hallway kiss before finally dragging you inside.

And instantly everything changes again.

The apartment feels cold and quiet compared to Pulse.

No flashing lights.

No bass.

No crowd noise.

Just dim apartment lighting, cool AC, muffled city sounds outside, and Bella standing in front of you still looking completely wrecked from the club.

Messy hair.

Smudged makeup.

Tiny black dress still riding high against her thighs.

Heels barely surviving at this point.

Bella immediately kicks them off the second the door closes behind you.

One heel flies halfway across the apartment.

The other barely lands upright before tipping over.

Bella laughs breathlessly while tossing her purse carelessly onto the kitchen counter without even looking.

Then she turns back toward you again.

Still smiling.

Still flushed.

Still visibly worked up from the entire night.

And the second your eyes meet again?

She immediately walks straight back into your space like she physically can’t stop herself anymore.

Bella immediately walks straight back into your space like she physically can’t stop herself anymore.

One hand grabs the front of your shirt again while the other catches against your arm to steady herself slightly from the **** and heels she just kicked off.

Then she kisses you again.

Harder this time.

No teasing now.

No buildup.

Just pure leftover adrenaline from the entire night finally crashing into the quiet apartment around both of you.

You barely have time to react before Bella starts pushing you backward through the living room while laughing breathlessly into the kiss.

“Bella—” you start.

“I know,” Bella says immediately while smiling against your mouth. “I know.”

The back of your legs hit the couch a second later.

And before you can say anything else?

Bella pushes you down onto it.

Jesus Christ.

She laughs immediately afterward like even she knows how ridiculous tonight has gotten, but she still climbs directly into your lap anyway without hesitation.

The second she straddles you, the tiny black dress immediately rides higher again against her thighs and slips up past her ass, bunching at her waist.

And fuck.

At this point the dress barely even functions anymore.

The tight fabric pulls upward against her hips while Bella settles fully against you, messy curls falling around flushed cheeks as she leans down to kiss you again.

Slow at first.

Then harder once your hands settle instinctively against her ass.

Bella makes a soft sound against your mouth before grabbing both of your wrists herself and sliding your hands lower along her body again.

Much less subtle than before.

Like she actively wants you touching her now.

“You’re actually insane,” you mutter quietly against her lips.

Bella laughs softly.

“You still came home with me.”

Fair point.

The apartment stays dim and quiet around both of you while muffled city sounds drift faintly through the windows outside. The cold AC contrasts against the heat still lingering from the club while Bella keeps shifting impatiently in your lap like she physically can’t sit still anymore.

And honestly?

The **** feels softer now.

Still there.

Still warm in your system.

But less messy than earlier.

Both of you keep laughing between kisses.

Bella keeps fixing the dress only for it to immediately ride back up again.

Her hair stays completely wrecked from the club.

Your shirt’s half wrinkled from her constantly grabbing it.

At one point Bella pulls back slightly just to look at you again.

Still smiling.

Still flushed.

Still visibly worked up from the entire night.

“You have any idea how hot you looked watching me dance?” Bella asks quietly.

You laugh softly under your breath.

“You mean losing my mind in the middle of the club?”

Bella grins immediately.

“Yes.”

Then she leans down and kisses you again before you can answer anything else.

The couch shifts slightly underneath both of you while Bella presses closer into your lap, one arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders now.

And fuck.

The closeness somehow still keeps getting more intense instead of less.

“You know what’s crazy?” Bella asks breathlessly after another kiss.

“What?” you ask quietly.

“I almost didn’t even go out tonight.”

You blink once.

“No chance.”

“I’m serious,” Bella says laughing. “My friends literally **** me.”

“Well,” you say while looking up at her, “I’m very glad they did.”

Bella smiles at that.

A real smile this time.

Softer underneath all the teasing and drunk confidence from earlier.

Then immediately ruins the moment by laughing and fixing the bottom of the dress again after it rides even higher while she’s sitting on you.

“Oh my god this thing is fighting for its life,” Bella mutters.

“You are not helping.”

Bella laughs harder.

“No I’m definitely not.”

The apartment still feels surreal compared to Pulse.

An hour ago there were flashing lights, screaming crowds, phones recording both of you on the dance floor.

Now it’s just Bella sitting in your lap in a quiet apartment while both of you laugh breathlessly between kisses like neither of you fully processed how fast tonight escalated.

And honestly?

Neither of you seems interested in slowing it down either.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

97/100

Intoxication:

52/100

Attraction:

97/100

Emotional Connection:

35/100

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