Sadly, no. Something much worse happens. [Cypher's Tales]

I almost stopped breathing when Owen’s hands found my hips, his fingers brushing over my exposed sides. I waited for his kiss as he gently squeezed my sides and then… something hit me in the jaw, hard. I was seeing stars for a second as some lanky guy started yelling apologies over the deafening music. He had elbowed me in the face by accident when he was shoved into us. I hold my jaw, which throbs as I watch Owen grab the guy by the shirt. Owen looks furious. Owen shoves him away and the guy falls backwards landing on his ass looking up at us with a stunned expression.

Owen turns back to with a concerned look on his face. I can't hear what he is saying to me, but he feels so comforting. Owen’s hand slips over my cheek and jaw, underneath my hand. It really hurts, but right now with his hands on me I find it very distracting from the throbbing ache.

I try saying that I am okay but it’s so hard to speak over the loud music and a second later Owens hand is on my waist and he is leading me back through the crowd, holding me protectively close to him. I hate that the guy who elbowed me ruined what was almost certainly going to be our first kiss but Owen being so protective with me makes me feel good in another way. Problematically, in a ‘I want to be his girlfriend’ kind of way.

Owen leads me away from the crowds to where the stalls are and gets me water. I sit down on a concrete bench with him. My head is spinning but I can almost hear him now.

“Are you okay, Melissa?” he calls loudly over the band.

“Yeah, I am fine,” I say, holding my jaw and leaning against him.

He wraps an arm around me and brushes his fingers up and down my exposed side gently.

“I’m so sorry that dick hit you, I hope he didn’t ruin your night,” he says loudly, leaning in close to me.

“Well, it does hurt,” I mumble, “But I’m having the best time with you, it's not ruined.”

“What?” he says.

He couldn’t hear and leans down, right next to me. I kiss his cheek and smile at him.

“He didn’t ruin my night; I’m having fun with you” I say into his ear.

He looks at me and smiles. He pulls me closer, and I lean my head on his arm. We listen to the last few songs of this band. Our favourite band finished up a while ago. They were fucking amazing but the next two bands have been awesome as well. A little more screamo than I like but still good.

I am starting to get frustrated at how hard it is to talk to Owen, and he seems to notice.

“You done?” he says in my ear.

“Yeah, kinda…” I nod.

He stands and helps me up. I didn’t need any help, but I didn’t stop him. Hand on my waist again, Owen leads me towards the entrance. I am so hungry, but I don’t say anything about it because the thought of going back to the hotel with Owen is on my mind, consuming all of my thoughts. I am nervous as fuck as we get outside of the venue.

I have a throbbing headache at this point and Owen sits me on a bench while he runs across the road and buys Advil and water. I groan as I see the guy who elbowed me talking to the large security guard at the entrance. The guy is looking over at me sitting on the bench alone. He seems to agree on something with the guard and then gets waved through. What the hell is he doing? The guy comes jogging over to me.

“Hey… Look I’m really sorry for that earlier,” he says, leering at my outfit.

I cross my legs, feeling uncomfortable,

“It’s fine, really,” I say hoping he will leave me alone.

“Yeah, well I feel horrible, why don’t I buy you a drink… as an apology.” he says with what I bet he thinks is a charming smile.