I followed Dylan into the club, watching him disappear into the crowd, making his way over to his group of friends, growling, pushing one of them backwards into the wall behind him.

I averted my eyes, knowing my arousal was rising watching my mate in this state, his testosterone wafting through the air, making me shiver.

I turned towards the bar, waving at Gia as I made my way over to her, taking the shot from her hand. "I need this." I said, throwing it back, wincing as it burnt my throat.

"Are you okay?" asked Gia, furrowing her brows, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, let's just forget about it for now." I said, waving her concern away, taking yet another shot.

"If you say so," replied Gia, asking the bartender for more drinks.

I craned my neck slightly, looking over at Dylan in the corner, who was watching me carefully, shaking his head and muttering to himself when he saw the bartender pass over a tray of more shots.

I quickly averted my attention to Gia, not wanting to worry about Dylan for the rest of the night. I was here to celebrate my best friend's twenty first birthday, and I didn't want to ruin the night for her.

After a few more shots each, Gia pulled me onto the dance floor running her hands through her blonde hair as she moved to the music, pulling me in for a hug as we laughed, almost toppling over onto a girl next to us. "I love you!" yelled Gia, waving her hands up in the air.

"I love you!" I screamed back, jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

The rest of the night was a blur, filled with drinking, dancing and taking shots. Gia continued to order drink after drink, determined to try every cocktail on the menu. They tasted like juice, and I was easily able to down them in one chug, quickly moving onto the next one.

We had definitely taken it too far...

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"Clara! Clara, can you hear me?" a voice called, causing me to groan, rolling over.

"We need to get her up. She might choke on her vomit," another concerned voice said. I opened my eyes, slightly, wiping at my face as my blurry vision became clear. I gazed up to see Gia and Dylan looking down at me, their faces masked with worry.

"Clara, you need to stand up," ordered Dylan, gently grabbing me, placing one hand at the back of my neck and one on my waist, helping me to my feet. Dylan looked into my eyes, his brows furrowed. "How do you feel?"

I swallowed, shaking my head. "What the hell is happening?" I asked, confused as to how we all got outside the club, and how I ended up on the floor.

"You're hammered Clara. You need to go home," replied Dylan, holding me tightly by the waist as I attempted to kneel down, a wave of nausea rushing over me. "Nope, Clara, you can't sit down."

"I feel sick," I whined, clutching at my stomach.

Dylan ran his hands through his dark hair in angst. "Okay, come over here away from everyone."

I was led round the corner, and I leaned my hand against the wall as I emptied the contents of my stomach onto the ground, Dylan holding my long brown hair out of the way, one hand resting on my back.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, wiping at my mouth as I turned to a blurry Dylan, his mouth set in a firm line. "You're angry," I stated, sighing.

"It's not nice seeing your mate like this, so yes, Clara, I am angry," he mumbled, shaking his head. "I just want to get you home."

"We can't go home," muttered Gia as she rounded the corner, fiddling with her thumbs awkwardly.

"What do you mean you can't go home?" Dylan asked, growling, his grip on me tightening.

"We were supposed to be staying at Clara's, but I can't take her home in this state! Her parents will kill me, they told to not let her get too drunk!" moaned Gia.

"Can't you both stay at yours?" asked Dylan, causing Gia to shake her head frantically.

"My parents don't know I drink, they'd pretty much disown me!"

Dylan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine, you'll have to just stay at mine."

"What?" I mumbled, my eyes widening as I gazed up at Dylan.

"Let's go, Ethan didn't drink. He can drive us home," ordered Dylan, dragging me along towards a car that was parked alongside the road.

"Wait a second, we don't even know you. We can't just stay at yours," complained Gia, running after us.

"Gia, Clara is my mate, do you seriously think I'm going to let something happen to her?" growled Dylan, raising his eyebrows questionably. His growl caused me to shudder, making Dylan look down at me, running his tongue along the front of his teeth in frustration, shaking his head.

"No, I know, but I'm just worried about her. She's never been this drunk before," replied Gia nervously, not wanting to question Dylan.

Dylan rolled his eyes, turning away, leading me towards Ethan's car. "Are you going to be sick again?"

I shook my head, clambering into the car, just wanting to be in a bed, not caring who's it was. Gia climbed in after me, biting her lip nervously as she watched me sway from side to side in my seat, patting me on the leg comfortingly. Dylan got in, shutting the door behind him, nodding at my seatbelt, signalling Gia to do it up for me.

As the car started moving, another wave of nausea set in, but I pushed it back down, not wanting to make a mess of the car and myself. "My dress is falling down." I mumbled, pulling at the straps of my little black dress that were now hanging off my shoulder, revealing my breasts a little too much. Dylan noticed my struggle, huffing to himself before taking the straps in his hands, setting them back on my shoulder, his soft hands skimming my pale skin, sending tingles dancing across it. I shivered, smiling to myself as Dylan studied me, scratching as his stubble.

I turned my head, leaning it against the cold window, enjoying the feeling as I watched the world go past. The feeling of the car speedily whipping around the corners making me feel dozy, drifting in and out of consciousness. I groaned to myself as the car sped up, settling my head on Gia's shoulder. She stroked my hair, gazing down at me in concern, sighing.

Suddenly, the car stopped and Ethan cut the engine, turning to all of us. "We're here."

Gia nodded, shaking my shoulder, making sure I was awake. "Clara, we're here."

"Okay," I mumbled attempting to grab the door handle, but missing it completely.

"She can't walk," groaned Dylan, hopping out of the car and coming round to my side, swinging the door open. He unbuckled my seat belt, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up into his arms, making his way down the path that led to his house. Gia and Dylan's friends followed closely behind, making their way into the house.

"Gia, there's a spare room down the hall over there. I'm going to put Clara in her room," stated Dylan, causing Gia to scowl.

"Clara and I should sleep together," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

"None of the spare rooms have double beds, so unless you're happy sleeping on the floor, I suggest you sleep in separate rooms," growled Dylan, his grip on me tightening as I groaned, just wanting to be asleep.

"Where am I sleeping?" I slurred, looking deeply into Dylan's ocean blue eyes.

"In the spare room next to mine," he replied, turning and making his way up the stairs, his muscular arms carrying me as if I weighed nothing.

"I can walk," I whined, attempting to wriggle out of Dylan's grip, but he held me tighter, ensuring I couldn't escape.

"No, Clara, you can't."

Dylan pushed the door of the spare room open, settling me down on the bed, causing a wave of relief to rush through me, and I sighed in bliss, enjoying the feeling of the soft silky sheets. "Your dress is covered in vomit. Put this on."

I pushed myself into a sitting position, the room spinning around me as Dylan held out his pale blue dress shirt for me, raising his eyebrows.

I stared at his bare chest, my lips parting as I took in my beautiful mate, his godly frame like a statue in front of me, not seeming real.

"Are you going to put it on or do I need to get Gia up here to do it?" asked Dylan, causing me to break out of my daydream, taking the shirt from his hand.

I slid off the bed slowly, letting it take most of my weight so I didn't fall over. I started to slide the straps of my black dress off, causing Dylan to clear his throat awkwardly, turning around to allow me to get dressed without his watchful eyes.

Once I had the shirt on, I tossed my dress to the side of the room and Dylan turned around, his shirtless chest almost glistening in the moonlight. Dylan took in my appearance, chuckling to himself as he nodded towards the buttons of his shirt that were done up very incorrectly, causing the shirt to rise higher than intended. Dylan swallowed, looking me up and down before dropping his gaze, gesturing towards the small single bed. "You should get some sleep. I'm next door if you need anything, and Gia's just downstairs. The bathroom is the room opposite if you need it."

I nodded awkwardly, slipping into the bed sheets and resting my head on the soft pillow, nestling down and closing my eyes as Dylan exited the room, shutting the door behind him, sending the room into complete darkness...

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