Get in the Uber

Bella laughs breathlessly afterward before opening the passenger door and climbing inside first.

You slide in beside her moments later while the driver pulls away from the curb outside Pulse.

And instantly the energy changes again.

The club lights disappear behind you while the city starts blurring past outside the windows in streaks of neon and headlights. The bass from Pulse fades into the distance, replaced by the quiet hum of the engine and low music from the radio.

But somehow the tension between you and Bella only gets worse.

The second the Uber starts moving, Bella’s thigh presses directly against yours.

And stays there.

Not accidental either.

She makes absolutely no effort to move away. If anything, she shifts slightly closer once the car turns through the first light, the tiny black dress sliding even higher against her thighs while streetlights flash across smooth skin every few seconds.

And fuck. She looks ridiculous sitting this close to you.

The dress hugs tightly around her waist and hips while the short hem leaves most of her legs exposed underneath the dim lighting inside the car. Every movement stretches the fabric tighter across her body while her toned thighs brush against yours with every turn the Uber takes.

Bella notices you looking immediately.

“What?” Bella asks teasingly.

“You seriously wore THAT to the club?” you ask while looking her up and down again.

Bella grins instantly.

“You like it.”

“You look insane in that dress,” you say quietly.

The compliment visibly hits her.

Bella bites her lip slightly while smiling.

“Yeah? What do you like about it?” Bella asks softly fishing for a compliment.

“Your waist,” you say honestly while looking at her again. “Your legs. Your ass. That dress should honestly be illegal.”

Bella laughs quietly under her breath.

“Oh my god.”

But she’s clearly loving every second of it.

The **** definitely isn’t helping either.

Or maybe helping is the wrong word.

Because Bella feels noticeably drunk now in the way she keeps touching you without thinking about it. One hand stays resting against your thigh while her fingers absentmindedly trace slow patterns against your jeans underneath passing streetlights.

And every couple minutes she somehow moves closer again.

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now,” Bella says quietly while looking over at you.

Jesus Christ.

You glance back at her.

“Yeah?” you ask.

Bella nods immediately.

“Mhm,” Bella says softly. “I noticed you watching me way before you took my friend’s place.”

Your pulse spikes again.

“You did?” you ask.

Bella laughs softly under her breath.

“You were NOT subtle,” Bella says while smiling.

You laugh quietly too.

“Damn,” you mutter.

Bella keeps smiling before squeezing your thigh lightly again.

“And honestly?” Bella says softly. “Most guys get weird watching.”

“Weird how?” you ask.

Bella shrugs slightly.

“They hesitate too much,” Bella says honestly. “And they overthink everything.”

The Uber turns through another light while Bella shifts even closer beside you.

“But you didn’t,” Bella says quietly.

Her fingers slide slowly higher against your leg for a second before settling again.

“And I like that.”

The city lights continue sliding across the windows while the tension somehow keeps building instead of fading.

Every second feels heavier now.

Because neither of you is pretending anymore.

Not after the dance floor.

Not after outside the club.

Not after the way Bella keeps looking at you now.

“How much longer?” Bella asks suddenly while leaning slightly forward toward the driver.

“Like ten minutes,” the driver answers casually.

Bella immediately falls backward against the seat dramatically.

“Oh my GOD,” Bella groans.

You laugh instantly.

“That impatient?” you ask.

Bella immediately turns toward you again.

“Yes,” Bella says instantly.

Then she kisses you before you can even answer.

Quick at first.

Soft.

Warm.

Still tasting faintly like **** and mint.

But the second your hand settles against her waist again, the kiss slows immediately.

Bella leans into it harder while the car moves through another intersection outside.

Your hand stays against her waist for another second before Bella grabs your wrist herself.

Then slowly moves it lower behind her. Much less subtle than before. She presses your hand firmly against the curve of her ass cheek while leaning harder into the kiss.

Jesus Christ.

Bella presses herself closer while kissing you harder now, the city lights flashing across her face every few seconds while the tension inside the backseat keeps getting worse.

The entire ride starts feeling dangerous after that.

Thighs touching constantly.

Quiet teasing between kisses.

Bella slowly moving closer every couple minutes instead of farther away.

At one point she shifts sideways slightly in the seat just so one of her legs presses more firmly against yours while her hand slides across your thigh again underneath the dim glow of passing headlights.

“You know what’s really hot?” Bella asks quietly.

“What?” you ask.

“The fact you actually walked up,” Bella says honestly.

You laugh softly.

“That’s your standard?”

“You’d be surprised,” Bella says immediately. “Most guys just stare.”

“You definitely made staring difficult,” you reply.

Bella grins instantly.

“Good.”

The dress shifts slightly again while she moves in the seat.

Bella glances down briefly before laughing softly under her breath.

“This thing is actually insane,” Bella mutters.

“You’re just realizing that now?” you ask.

Bella laughs harder.

“Okay but seriously,” Bella says while smoothing the dress down slightly against her thighs, “I didn’t realize how good it looked until tonight.”

You look her over again slowly.

“Trust me,” you say honestly, “every guy in that club noticed.”

Bella bites her lip slightly while smiling.

“Hopefully one specific guy noticed.”

You laugh quietly.

“Pretty sure that was obvious.”

Bella smiles wider at that before kissing you again briefly.

The Uber slows at another red light while the driver politely pretends not to notice anything happening in the backseat.

Bella eventually pulls away just enough to look at you again.

“You’re really calm right now,” Bella says suspiciously.

“I’m trying very hard to be.”

Bella bursts out laughing quietly.

“Oh my god.”

“You’re making this difficult.”

“That’s kinda the point,” Bella replies immediately.

Then before you can answer again, Bella suddenly shifts closer in the seat.

Way closer.

One of her legs slides between yours while she presses herself toward you harder during the next kiss like she’s trying to climb directly into your lap without fully thinking about it.

You immediately stop her gently before she gets too carried away in the backseat.

“Wait,” you mutter quietly while laughing under your breath.

Bella groans dramatically against your shoulder.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Bella says honestly.

Jesus Christ.

And almost perfectly on cue, the Uber finally turns into her apartment complex.

Streetlights slide across the windows while the car slows near her building.

Neither of you says anything for a second.

Because at this point?

The tension inside the car feels almost ridiculous.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

95/100

Intoxication:

48/100

Attraction:

99/100

Emotional Connection:

34/100

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