Bolder

As joe begins complimenting me, one of his friends, the muscular one, comes up and hugs me from behind, pulling me close against him whilst looking at Joe.

"Please can she do the next outfit and dance? the bachelor was the one who requested those items too, you don't want to leave him now do you" he says to you and Joe, testing the boundaries.

The warmth of the muscular guy's body presses against my back, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The swimsuit is still damp with sweat, and I can feel his chest through his shirt, the heat of him bleeding through the fabric. He's holding me like I belong to him in this moment, his chin nearly resting on my shoulder as he looks past me at you.

I don't tense up. The liquor has made everything soft and syrupy, and his grip feels solid, grounding. I let my head tilt back just slightly, my throat exposed, my eyes finding yours over his shoulder.