I hadn’t given any thought to how I was going to get back up to my room, but that was something to deal with later. Right now, I was going to have some fun. If Edward could break his promise, then so could I.

“Where to?” he asked handing me his helmet. “I parked a block down the road so your mom wouldn’t hear me pulling up.”

“I don’t really care. Just as long as it’s loud and distracting.”

“Cool, I know just the place.” He grinned and I suddenly wondered what I was getting myself into as I put the helmet on and clambered on to the back of his bike.

–

Five shot glasses sat in front of me and another five in front of Dylan, though he didn’t look the least bit affected by the alcohol. I, on the other hand, was shit-faced and loving it.

“I’m thinking that you should probably slow down,” he murmured taking the sixth shot glass out of my hand and downing it himself. He shuddered as it burned its way down his throat then scooped me up and dragged me onto the dance floor which was full of twenty-somethings in barely there clothes pulsing and gesticulating wildly. It was closer to sex than dancing. Not that I knew anything about sex. And at the rate I was going, I never would.

His hands skimmed over my hips and pulled me roughly against him making it impossible to not notice his…um…excitement at having me so close to him. The girl to my left was eyeing Dylan appreciatively and I glowered at her before she turned away looking mildly embarrassed at being caught ogling another girl’s man. Not that Dylan was mine, but she had no way of knowing that.. And the way we were dancing made it obvious that, for tonight at least, we were together.

“Aww, defending my honor, how sweet,” he chuckled, his lips too close for comfort.

I slapped him playfully. “Don’t go getting any ideas.”

“Too late. I have so many ideas already.” He bent down a little so we were eye to eye, his hand cupping the back of my neck, his other one wound around my waist. “And you would enjoy each and every one.”