One hundred and eight

Celia

I accidentally collided with a couple dancing nearby us and muttered an apology as I quickly tried to get away from the dance floor.

It was dizzying to be surrounded by so many people dancing so closely, some starting to make out right in the center of the floor, ignoring the hundred or so pairs of eyes that were drawn to them as they slowly overcame or rather did not mind the attention they were receiving. They were too lost in the pleasure of making each other moan and squirm in delight.

I felt a sudden sense of shame so my eyes quickly ducked. I was not used to seeing such public acts of affection that bordered on the edge of indecency. The lines were turning blurry.

Also, why did that stranger feel familiar to me though I could not put a finger on exactly what made me feel that way about him?

Had Ivan mixed something in their drinks already? I felt thirsty all of a sudden but did not want to drink anything unless Jasper gave me a go ahead.

And now that I recalled him, where