Leave with Bella

The bass shakes through the floor while Bella stays pressed against you underneath the flashing lights.

“So,” Bella says again while smiling up at you, “you wanna get outta here?”

You don’t even hesitate.

“Yeah,” you say immediately.

Bella instantly grins wider like she already knew the answer before she even asked.

“Okay good,” Bella says quickly while laughing breathlessly. “Because I really don’t wanna stay here anymore.”

Then she immediately turns toward her friends.

“KEYS,” Bella yells loudly over the music.

The blonde friend looks over instantly.

“For WHAT?” the blonde asks suspiciously.

Bella laughs.

“My bag’s in your car,” Bella says casually.

The blonde narrows her eyes immediately.

“No,” the blonde says flatly.

Bella blinks once.

“What?” Bella asks dramatically.

“You are NOT fucking him in my car,” the blonde says immediately.

Bella bursts out laughing so hard she folds forward slightly while the rest of the friend group instantly starts screaming.

“Oh my GODDDDD,” one girl yells.

“I KNEW IT,” another friend shouts.

“BRO LOOK AT HER FACE,” somebody else laughs.

Bella hides her face with one hand for a second while still laughing before reaching toward the blonde anyway.

“Give me the keys,” Bella says dramatically.

“No,” the blonde says while pulling them away. “I know exactly what’s happening.”

“We’re literally leaving,” Bella argues.

“EXACTLY,” the blonde replies immediately.

Bella rolls her eyes hard.

“You’re annoying,” Bella says.

“You were shaking your ass on him in the middle of the club for twenty minutes,” the blonde says loudly. “I think I earned the right to ask questions.”

The whole group starts laughing again.

Bella groans dramatically before finally giving up.

“Fine. Whatever,” Bella says while shaking her head.

Then she immediately grabs your hand again And doesn’t let go, Not loosely either. Her fingers lock tightly through yours while she starts pulling you through the crowd.

“Come on,” Bella says quickly.

Her friends instantly react louder behind you.

“GIRL BE SAFE.”

“TEXT ME TOMORROW.”

“HE BETTER SURVIVE.”

Bella laughs loudly without even turning around.

“SHUT UPPPPP,” Bella yells back laughing.

But she’s smiling the entire time.

She clearly does not care what any of them think right now.

She keeps pulling you deeper through the crowd while weaving between people underneath flashing lights and pounding bass. Every few seconds she glances back over her shoulder checking to make sure you’re still right behind her. Not because she thinks you’ll disappear, but because she genuinely looks excited you actually came with her.

The energy between both of you still feels insane.

Adrenaline replacing **** now.

The second you finally push through the front doors of Pulse, cold night air hits both of you instantly.

And somehow that almost makes everything feel more real.

Bella laughs breathlessly while brushing messy curls back from her face. “Oh my god,” Bella says laughing. “That was actually insane.”

“You were literally the problem,” you say immediately.

Bella points dramatically at herself.

“ME?” Bella asks loudly.

“You were twerking in front of half the club,” you reply.

Bella bursts out laughing again before stepping closer toward you underneath the neon glow outside the entrance.

“Okay first of all,” Bella says while biting her lip slightly, “you loved it.”

“Yeah,” you admit immediately. “Obviously.”

Bella smiles wider at that.

“You were holding onto me kinda hard there at the end,” Bella says teasingly. “Kinda hard not to feel your hard dick against my ass.”

Jesus Christ.

“You were making it difficult,” you reply immediately.

Bella laughs again while pulling out her phone.

You order the Uber while Bella opens her camera and starts fixing her makeup underneath the glow of the screen. And honestly, she still looks ridiculous.

Flushed cheeks.

Smudged eyeliner.

Dark messy hair from dancing.

That tiny black dress still sitting dangerously high against her thighs after everything that happened inside.

And fuck.

Even just standing there normally, the dress barely covers her.

The bottom curves of her ass almost show whenever she shifts slightly underneath the lights.

Bella catches you staring through the phone reflection.

“What?” Bella asks teasingly while touching up her eyeliner.

“You look hot,” you say casually.

Bella smiles immediately.

“Good,” Bella replies.

Then she catches you looking lower again.

Bella glances down briefly at the dress before laughing softly.

“Okay honestly,” Bella says while fixing her hair with one hand, “that thing kept riding up way too much in there.”

You laugh immediately.

“Bella,” you say while looking at her outfit again, “that dress is ridiculous.”

Bella grins.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s skin tight,” you reply. “And short as hell.”

Bella looks down at herself dramatically.

“It was NOT supposed to go up that much.”

“You were literally throwing ass in the middle of the club, its gonna go up.”

Bella bursts out laughing again.

“Okay fair.”

“The bottom of your ass almost shows just standing there,” you say.

Bella bites her lip trying not to laugh harder.

“Shut up.”

“You know I’m right.”

Bella shakes her head smiling before locking her phone.

“How long” she asks.

The Uber says six minutes away, you turn your phone and show her.

Bella groans dramatically.

“Six MINUTES?” Bella asks loudly.

“That bad?” you ask laughing.

Bella immediately walks directly between your legs while you lean casually back against the wall outside Pulse. Then she turns around without hesitation and presses herself directly back against you.

Her ass settles firmly against you while cool night air moves around both of you outside the club entrance.

And somehow this feels completely different than the dancing inside.

Less chaotic.

More intentional.

The music inside Pulse still pounds faintly through the walls while people walk past laughing, smoking, and stumbling toward rides. But Bella’s entire attention feels locked onto you now.

One of your hands settles naturally against her waist.

Bella immediately grabs your wrist herself.

“No,” Bella says softly.

Then she physically slides your hand lower against her body herself.

Much lower this time.

“Here,” Bella says while pressing your hand firmly against her hip and lower waist.

Your pulse spikes instantly.

Bella slowly shifts herself backward slightly against you afterward, subtle enough that anybody walking past probably wouldn’t notice, but enough that your entire body reacts immediately.

And she absolutely feels it.

Bella laughs softly under her breath.

“Oh my god,” Bella says quietly.

You instinctively shift slightly trying to hide it.

Bella notices immediately.

“No,” Bella says softly while leaning her head back slightly toward you. “Don’t. I wanna feel it.”

Jesus Christ.

Bella slowly presses backward against you again underneath the cold night air outside the club.

Not fully dancing anymore.

Just teasing.

Small slow movements of her hips against you while your hand stays firmly against her waist.

And fuck.

The slower movement somehow feels even hotter than the dance floor did.

“You always this forward?” you ask quietly.

Bella tilts her head slightly toward you.

“Usually no,” Bella says honestly.

“Usually?” you ask.

Bella laughs softly.

“You’re just really confident,” Bella says.

“You mean stupid,” you reply.

“That too,” Bella says immediately while laughing.

Then Bella slowly takes your other hand and slides it higher against her breast before guiding it back down across her waist again.

“I want you to touch me” Bella says quietly.

Your pulse spikes hard enough that you almost laugh.

“You are actually insane,” you mutter.

Bella grins immediately.

“You liked it when my dress kept going up,” Bella says teasingly.

“You liked it too.”

Bella laughs softly.

“Yeah,” Bella admits immediately. “I kinda did.”

People continue walking past around both of you outside Pulse while Bella keeps subtly shifting backward against you underneath the cold night air.

Completely shameless now.

Completely comfortable teasing you openly.

And honestly?

You’re losing the ability to think straight.

Bella studies your face quietly for another second in the reflection of the club windows before suddenly turning slightly and kissing you.

Short.

Quick.

Soft.

Just enough to make your pulse jump instantly.

Then she smiles afterward like she already knows exactly what she just did to you.

“Fuck,” you mutter quietly.

Bella laughs softly.

“What?” Bella asks teasingly.

“You’re dangerous,” you say honestly.

“You like it,” Bella says immediately.

Before you can even answer, she kisses you again.

This one slower.

Your hand tightens instinctively against her waist while Bella presses herself back harder against you outside the club. People walking past definitely notice.

Neither of you cares.

The kiss breaks slowly this time.

Bella stays close afterward anyway.

Foreheads almost touching while both of you breathe harder than you probably should be.

Then headlights finally pull up near the curb.

Your Uber.

Bella glances toward it briefly.

Then immediately back toward you again.

And instead of stepping away?

She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you into one more kiss.

Longer this time.

Messier.

More impatient.

Still fueled almost entirely by adrenaline and attraction.

Then finally she pulls back smiling breathlessly while the Uber idles beside the curb waiting.

“Come on,” Bella says quietly while grabbing your hand again.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

93/100

Intoxication:

59/100

Attraction:

98/100

Emotional Connection:

33/100

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