Chapter 8 Bella Gone Wild.

Aro had been agreeable enough, so now I was more than half way through a bottle of Captain Morgan in a bar that I couldn’t remember the name of with Demetri to keep me company. He’d been an attentive listener as I ranted about Dylan, Edward, Heidi and everything else that had gone wrong in my life this past year.

He’d even thwarted Alice’s attempt to ambush me as we left this evening. I felt awful for how he treated her and that I just stood there and let him do it, but one of the last people I wanted to see at that moment was Alice. I was still sickened over the fact that I’d been so cruel to my best friend.

But with each drink my anger and guilt seemed to lessen, and by the time I’d switched over to shots, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been so worked up about.

Turns out that aside from being a good listener, Demetri was a very good dancer. His hands slid down ribs to my hips as mine automatically wrapped around his neck, mostly to keep myself standing. I had trouble with that at the best of times, add to my natural clumsiness alcohol and you can see why I was clutching at him like a person in need of a life preserver.

The song pounding through the club was not meant for the kind of dancing we were doing, but I was too intoxicated for the frantic, fast dancing that the others were doing all around us. I leaned my head against his shoulders, my body molded against his. I smiled as I caught myself inhaling his natural scent like someone trying to get high on permanent markers. “Damn, Demetri, you smell yummy.” I chuckled, my body shaking with laughter, though I couldn’t remember what I’d found so funny seconds ago.

His cool breath licked across my ear as he whispered lightly against it. “Trust me, Bella, it is nothing compared to the torture you’ve been putting me through all night.”

I glanced up at him, a smile plastered to my face, not because I was happy or amused, but because alcohol always left me sporting a perma-grin. He met my gaze steadily with obsidian eyes so intense that I shuddered in fear, and if I was being honest with myself, anticipation. I knew that look well. Goodness knows I’d seen it enough on Edward’s face.