Who are you?

"Meeting a complete stranger is something that happens almost daily, but meeting a complete stranger that draws you into them completely is a rare and special thing, for not everyone can experience this, but it is something everyone longs for: love at first sight, even if most people think it's non-existing."

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"I see we meet again," he says to me. I look at him with a weird expression on my face, because I'm fairly certain that it's the first time we've ever met. He smirks at me. "Hello, darling, my name is Xavier, the man that bought that fine looking dress you're wearing," he rasps in a sexy, low deep voice.

He reaches out to me, which I take, only to be greeted by warmth where his hands touch mine. Little shivers runs through me, and I look up out of shock to see if he had seen how I reacted to his touch. But I am only greeted with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a ghost of a smile that was forming on his pink full lips.

"I'm Lesha, nice to meet you," I say, raising my voice over the music. "But you didn't buy me this dress, I paid for it myself." He gives me a bewildered expression, which quickly changes to a small smile.

"May I sit?" he asks, motioning to the booth I am sitting in. I slide over so that he may sit beside me. He leans over and whispers softly in my ears, "This is me asking you for your company." I shiver and feel goosebumps when his lips brush against my ears, feeling his breath on the side of my neck.

    I giggle and reply, "I haven't heard a question being asked," I look up at him expectantly. I find him already staring down at me, which causes me to blush out of nerves. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

    "Because you're beautiful and I'm enjoying your sass." he says, and I blush even more, getting lost into his eyes. I don't know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him.

      Not breaking eye contact, I say, "You're beautiful, too," I realize how stupid that sounded, so I attempt to recover, "I mean, uh, you're handsome, but not that you don't already know, okay, um," I am now even more red, severely embarrassed and stuttering profusely. "Shut up, now, Lesha." I tell myself, shaking my head, knowing that it's too late. I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the chance to lay my eyes upon.

      He use his index finger to lift up my head from under my chin, "Do I make you nervous Lesha?" he says over the music, with a dark sparkle in his eyes and the smirk on his face widened even more.

  "K..k..kinda, but it's probably because I have never been the center of attention of any guy." I shout, trying to avoid making eye contact, feeling even more nervous and shy under his hard gaze. I can't believe what I just told him, he probably thinks that I am weird now. Damn it, Lesha, this is why you're still single, I think to myself.

I look up at him, and to my surprise, his eyes darken and he smiles.  "That can't be true, because you are really fucking beautiful." he says. It is silent for a while after he said that, because I had no reply for that. He sighs. "I'm sorry if that freaked you out, why don't we just dance?" he asks in a low husky voice. I nod, and he takes my hands, just as I hear Xeno's favorite song came on, I can f**k you all time by Jeremih ft lil Wayne. I smile, remembering how she taught me how to dance to it. I am feeling really confident while dancing to this song, but then again, that could just be the alcohol in my system.

  He turns me around and pulls me close to him, I start to move my hips to the beat of the song while he moves and grind his lower half to mine. I could feel the sweat forming on my skin from both the heat of his body and the crowded dance floor. He turns me again, making me face him while we dance and rub our lower halves together.

  We share a very intense stare, as we dance, and it was like this electric pull dragging me towards him. I look down towards his pink lips with one thought in my head, I was going to kiss him. I guess we are thinking the same thing because he was leaning forward and I was as well, I could feel his breath fan my face, while we continue to lean into each other the tension building even thicker until our lips touched, and when it did it was like fireworks set off in my head. I pull him closer and run my fingers through his hair while pulling at it, which makes him groan and squeeze my ass.  A gasp lifted my mouth giving him the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue and just like that  I let out a stifled moan, it was like I couldn't get enough of him, I want to drown myself in him from his eyes to his intoxicating scent.

    We pull back to catch our breath and in between breaths we both gasp, "wow", at the same time, which causes me to blush. I am not normally the type to kiss a random guy, but with him I feel different. It's like I'm a moth and he's my light. I was drawn to him like he is the air I need to breathe in. Even though he is a total stranger to me I feel no regrets with sharing my first with him.

    I lean back into him to kiss him again, but before I could, I hear Natasha call my name from behind me.  "Lesha! We have to go now!"

    I pull back from Xavier, ready to say goodbye, but instead he gives me a short kiss and gives me a piece of paper. "Give me a call when you can, it was nice meeting you, Lesha." he says, and with that he walks away. I feel like a part of me went with him.

      Natasha drags me outside the club where Xeno, Dave and his friends are waiting with our stuff. I look down at the paper and see that it had his number on it in a neat handwriting.

I take my bag from Xeno and put the paper inside with a smile playing at my lips. Xeno, Natasha, and I decide to head back to Natasha's place in a cab, while Dave and his friends leave us to go who knows where.

I can definitely say I really did enjoy my eighteenth birthday.