Having switched two hours ago from champagne to double vodka and coke; I'm definitely beginning to feel the effects.

With a hazy mind and unfocused eyes, I scan the dance floor, only to be greeted by couples swaying happily in their pairs. Allowing my eyes to linger ever so slightly over a certain couple, I bring my drink further up to my lips and swallow a large amount of alcohol.

I hate seeing his hands on her like that.

"You look like you could use some company. Mind if I sit?" A deep voice interrupts from my right, startling me in the process.

Ripping my gaze away from them, I look up and offer him a halfhearted smile while nodding my head; instantly feeling dizzy as I do so.

"It's Connor, by the way" he says, taking a seat while his warm, muddy eyes burn into mine.

I stare at him for a moment before replying,

"Amelia."

There's a moment of silence while I study his face; carefully observing his every feature. His dark brown eyes hold great mystery and I find myself drawn to them; unable to look away. Short, sandy blonde hair falls awkwardly over his forehead, creating a messy look and the sudden desire to run my fingers through it hits me. Moving my gaze to his plump, pink lips, which are currently resting in a half smirk, I find my mind subconsciously imagining them pressed against my own.

"Well Amelia, care to explain why a beautiful woman like you is sat all alone at a wedding?" he asks with a flirtatious edge lacing his voice.

I shoot him a small smile; deciding I might as well humour this guy.

"Well I'm not alone anymore, am I?" I reply in a serious, yet friendly tone.

His smile widens, showing off his cute cheek dimples, causing my stomach to flip at how attractive he is.

"Wow, beautiful with a sense of humour. It must be my lucky day." he states ever so confidently.

I raise both my eyebrows up and flash him a questioning look.

His cockiness reminds me of a certain someone else I know.

"Who says you're lucky?" I ask, mocking him in his confidence.

Once again, he smiles; revealing those adorable dimples of his, causing my alcohol fuelled mind to imagine my tongue in them.

Leaning in and bringing his mouth close to my ear he whispers seductively,

"You, hopefully."

The delicious shiver that runs down my spine as a result of his breath whispering across the base of my neck has my breath hitching in the back of my throat. He can see clearly the effect he's having on me and is enjoying every second of it.

"So Amelia, tell me, do you dance?" he asks, looking at me expectantly.

I offer him a blank look before replying,

"Define 'dance'."

He laughs at this; the deep sound vibrating through my entire being, creating a sense of anticipation on my behalf.

Turning his attention to the dace floor, a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth before his gaze finally returns back to me.

"I could just show you?" he states while offering me his hand.

I look at it for a short while, weighing up my options, before eventually deciding what the hell.

Sighing out a short breath, I grab his hand and allow his strong support to pull me up.

"Fine but I've consumed far too much alcohol for my own good this evening and therefore, I'm not making any promises." I warn, although I make sure to add a hint of humour to my voice to reassure him.

He laughs while spinning me around before placing both hands gently around my waist; his hot touch burning straight through the thin fabric of my dress and warming more than just my skin.

Finding myself looking up at him, I'm only just realising now how tall he is compared to my small 5'ft 4 inches and as his body towers over me, I find myself oddly intimidated by him.

In a good way, though.

Moving our hips together in one smooth motion brings a smile stretching across my face as I momentarily forget about everything that has happened throughout today.

Thoughts of Aidan every so often cloud my senses but I push him away, focusing instead on the very attractive, very available man in front of me.

"It's nice to see you smiling, Amelia." Connor suddenly states while whispering in my ear, his sudden closeness exciting me.

"Well if that's the case, I'll try to do it more." I reply, moving my hands from his arms over to his very large chest.

Jeez, this guy is built like a Greek God.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing more than just your smile later." is his not so subtle reply, although I'll admit, his words ignite a spark in me.

Deciding to play it cool, I shrug my shoulders and carry on swaying my hips.

"We'll see." I reply.

----

"Amelia!" Anna's voice cuts through the air, bringing my attention back to my surroundings.

I've been dancing with Connor for some time now and find his company rather refreshing.

The way his touch brings the hairs on the back of my neck to attention is both exciting and empowering, not to mention thrilling.

My hands are still resting on his chest and as Anna slowly makes her way over to us, her judging eyes are glued to him; evaluating. Upon reaching us she shoots me a look of approval along with a sly wink.

"We're taking off now. Just wanted to see if you're coming or..." Anna states, trailing off at the end, seemingly waiting for Connor to answer her question.

He offers her a dazzling smile before turning his attention to me, waiting for my reply.

"I'm gonna stay." I state, shocking myself more than anything.

Connor's smile turns to that of pure filth and for a moment, I wonder what I've gotten myself in for. His already firm grip around my waist tightens in what I assume is anticipation.

"I'll look after her." he tells Anna, although his eyes, now full of lust, never leave mine.

Anna's mouth turns into a full blown smirk as she not so subtly, silently congratulates me on this evenings accomplishment.

"I'm sure you will. Have fun you two." she states before dramatically taking her exit.

Laughing at her giddiness, I turn my attention back to Connor who is smirking directly at me.

"Best friend?" he asks, cocking one eyebrow up in the process.

I laugh while shaking my head at him.

"No, sister." I state, looking into his eyes, once again getting lost in them.

He leans his body closer to mine, bringing his head around so that he can press his mouth up to my ear.

"This place is pretty dead now, how about we head on up to my room?" he suggests, in a seductive tone.

Sure enough, I turn my head around to find the once buzzing dance floor almost completely empty. Focusing my gaze back to Connor, I catch him eyeing me, patiently waiting for my answer.

"Wait, you have a room here?" I ask, silently assuming he's not local.

"Yeah, I don't live around here." he replies, confirming my thoughts.

I nod my head, showing I both understand and approve.

"Okay then, let's go." I say, not really sure why I'm agreeing.

Maybe, after everything today, I just need to feel loved.

Not even two seconds later I'm being forcefully dragged into the hallway and shoved through the elevator doors.

Laughing at his eagerness, I turn my head towards his just in time for him to bring his lips crashing down onto mine.

His roughness leaves my already hazy mind, dizzy and the slight taste of beer on his lips has me biting and tugging at them.

He has me backed up against the elevator wall and I'm pleased when the doors finally close, offering us some privacy.

Focusing my attention on his moist lips working on mine, I automatically bring my hands up; doing what I've wanted to do since locking eyes onto him. Gliding both my hands through his smooth, sandy locks has me satisfied and when a small, pleasured moan falls from his mouth, that feeling only intensifies.

He suddenly pushes his hips into me while rubbing his ever growing erection along my lower region.

"Jesus." I moan, feeling the moment we're currently sharing far too inappropriate for being in a public elevator.

Don't these things have cameras?

Connor's kisses move from my lips, down to my neck allowing a constant flow of oxygen to enter my lungs, which I'm grateful for.

His hands come to rest on my hips, creating a burning sensation which soon spreads downwards; towards lower territory.

The elevator is silent; the only noise being our loud breaths as we slowly and passionately explore each other.

Being so caught up in the moment, I don't notice the doors opening until someone clears their throat in an uncomfortable manner.

Pushing Connor off of me and straightening my posture, I'm horrified to see Aidan's forest green-hazel eyes glaring into me.

Oh, shit.

Sophie is stood next to him with a small smile tugging at her lips, clearly amused by our outage.

Connor too, looks somewhat amused and smiles at my flustered state.

Aidan, however, looks ready to kill.

"This is us anyway." he whispers but not quietly enough.

Connor grabs my hand and proceeds to pull me towards his hotel room, our intentions all too clear to Aidan and Sophie.

An unbearable amount of guilt ripples through my stomach as I pass Aidan, who just so happens to be wearing a pained, almost pleading expression.

I swear I see pure anger flash between his eyes and if I'm not mistaken; hurt.

His expression has me wanting to back out of my agreement but how do I do so without seeming like a bitch.

Leading Connor on all night only to bow out at the last minute is a dick move; one I don't intend on making.

Reaching the room, Connor pulls out his card and while doing so, I risk a look at the two of them in the elevator.

Sophie is looking at the buttons, seemingly distracted while Aidan's eyes stay firmly locked onto mine.

An odd exchange crosses between us but before I can dwell on its meaning too much, Connor successfully opens the door; hauling me inside.

Once in, he wastes no time in pulling at the zip on the back of my dress and within seconds, it's on the floor.

Images of Aidan begin to fill my mind and without being able to stop myself, I imagine it's him trailing soft kisses up and down my half naked body.

"Oh God, you look so good darling." Connor growls against the curve of my neck.

What did he just call me?

"What did you say?" I ask, breathless from everything that's just happened in the space of a mere five minutes.

"I didn't say anything." comes his response, confirming I definitely just imagined him calling me that.

For Christ sake Amelia, pull yourself together and stop thinking about him.

In a desperate attempt to shut out all-things-Aidan, I drive my lips roughly onto Connor's; pushing him down onto the bed as I do so.

I'm rewarded with a thigh clenching moan and proceed to remove his remaining clothes, as he throws his head back in pure pleasure.

Finally revealing his perfectly defined body, I allow my fingers to gently caress his burning hot skin, savouring the feeling as they glide smoothly across.

Once again, memories of being in this position with Aidan comes springing to mind and I relish in my imagination. Instead of trying to shake it off, I go along with it; imagining him the entire time Connor and I are together.

----

Putting on an Oscar winning performance, I moan loudly and only hope this encourages him to find his own release.

It seemingly works and as Connor collapses around me, I thank my lucky stars that I no longer have to participate in the exercise any longer.

It not that he wasn't good, my mind is just elsewhere tonight.

"Jesus, that was amazing." he states, proudly while moving himself off of me.

Not wanting to bust the poor guys bubble, I nod my head and agree with his statement,

"It really was." I say, only feeling a little guilty as I flat out lie to him.

Moving myself into a seated position, I'm shocked when Connor wraps his arm around me; pushing me into his body, causing me to become the little spoon in our little set up.

Feeling overbearingly uncomfortable like this, I decide to wait until he falls asleep and only then will I make my swift exit.

----

Peeling my eyes open the next day, I internally groan as the sun seeps through the gap in the curtains making my already thumping headache worse.

Vodka, you are no longer my friend.

Connor's legs are firmly wrapped around my own and breaking free from him proves to be a difficult task.

Once I successfully complete the mission, I quickly find my underwear and dress; shoving every item on as quickly as possible. Grabbing my purse and checking the room one last time, I silently tip-toe across the room, exiting as efficiently as possible.

Closing the door behind me while making sure to make as minimal noise as humanly possible, I'm startled by an all to familiar voice.

"Sneaking off so soon?" Aidan asks in his morning voice.

I inwardly cringe at my scandalous ways and offer him a 'Shut the fuck up, or he'll here you' look, to which he responds with a laugh.

Fully turning my attention to him, I notice he's wearing black jeans and a navy blue checked shirt; his casual attire reminding me of old times.

Staring at him, I find my heart squeezing tight, in pain as I think back to those good days and hating how because of my fuck up, we no longer have them.

There's a second of complete silence where neither of us know what to say and just as I'm about to voice my goodbyes, he speaks, stopping me.

"Do you wanna go grab a coffee? For old times sake?" he asks, seeming hopeful.

I stare at him with raised eyebrows unsure he's seeing what I'm seeing.

"Umm, I'm not exactly dressed for coffee." I state, allowing my gaze to drift down my current outfit.

Returning my eyes up to catch his rejection creates an unsettling feeling to pass through me, causing the next words to flow out of my mouth without a second thought.

"But who cares? I'd love to grab a coffee with you." I say, pleased to see the smile return on his face.

He begins to unbutton his shirt and I find myself inappropriately aroused by the action.

Jesus, am I still drunk?

"Here, you can put this on if it'll make you feel better." he offers, tugging on his shirt, revealing a black T-shirt underneath.

The thin material clings to his body, highlighting every muscle there is, causing my eyes to bulge out of their sockets. He's much bigger now and once again, I have to remind myself how inappropriate it is for me to be reacting this way.

Grateful for the slight cover up, I take the shirt from him and wrap it around my body, inhaling his familiar scent as I do so.

Unable to suppress the urge, I close my eyes and allow the safe feeling of being surrounded by Aidan fill my senses and warm my heart.

"Ready?" he asks, snapping me from my thoughts, seeming somewhat amused.

Pushing down my feelings, I nod my head; following him out of the hotel and down the street to a small café.

Opening the door and stepping in, I'm automatically greeted with the rich aroma of coffee and the quite sounds of people chatting from their tables.

"Why don't you go take a seat before your head explodes and I'll get our order." Aidan says, mocking me in my obvious discomfort.

I shoot him an unimpressed look before turning around to locate an unoccupied table. Suddenly remembering he doesn't know what I want, I twist my body back to him and begin to speak,

"I'll just have a-"

"I know, I remember." he says, smiling at me.

I return the gesture and we end up just smiling at each other like a couple of idiots before the girl behind the counter speaks, interrupting us from our confusingly amazing, yet strange, moment.

"What can I get you, sir?"

I focus my attention to the situation at hand, finally finding a suitable booth close to the window. Taking a seat, I bring my hands up and slowly massage my scalp in a desperate attempt to try and relieve my aching head.

A few minutes later, Aidan arrives; drinks in hand.

"Milk and two sugars still?" he asks, holding up two packets of sugar and a small pot of milk.

I bring my hands down, already feeling slightly better from he small contact my hands just made and smile up at him, retrieving the objects.

"Some things never change." I tell him, brightly while adding the sugar to my now milky tea.

"You're absolutely right, there." he says in a low tone that has me thinking he's no longer referring to my tastes in tea.

I stare at him, biting down on my bottom lip, debating carefully over my next choice of words.

"So, how's life?" I ask, lamely.

He takes his coffee and blows on in, making sure it's cool before making skin contact.

Wise choice.

"Life is okay. I'm an assistant to a CEO in one of London's most established marketing companies. I got the job straight after my studies, so I was really lucky with that one." he states, proudly and I to, can't help the pride that radiates off of me as I listen to him.

He always did want to work in a big office one day and I'm over the moon he's made that happen.

"Wow, that's really great!" I state, the sincerity in my voice showing through.

Aidan smiles, taking a sip of his drink as I watch in awe while imagining the warm liquid traveling down his throat. I find myself physically having to stop myself from moaning out loud when I witness his Adam's apple bob up and down and decide to distract my hormonal mind by taking a sip of my tea.

"What about you, what you up to?" he asks, resting his cup back down on the table; eying me, expectantly.

"I work at an editing company for a fashion magazine." I state, mimicking a boring tone.

Bringing my own cup down to rest on the table, I quickly speak before he can respond.

"...and before you say, 'that's cool' it really isn't. I spend most days getting coffee for people who don't even know my name and going through hundreds of articles checking for spelling and grammar mistakes." I say, humouring my own pathetic life.

Aidan laughs and holds his gaze on mine slightly longer than normal.

"I actually already knew you worked for a magazine company. Jess told me." he admits, keeping our eye contact going strong.

I offer him a questioning look before voicing my confusion,

"Jess told you?" I ask, not understanding what would prompt her to do so.

Aidan nods his head, finally breaking out intense gaze.

"Well, I asked, she told me." he replies, taking another sip of coffee.

"You asked?" I question before I can stop myself.

Aidan's eyes, once again, meet mine and the expression on his face resembles that of care.

"Yeah. I ask about you sometimes." he admits, his warm eyes penetrating into mine.

I don't respond to this; instead I just keep holding his gaze until he eventually decides to speak.

"How's Jack and Hannah? And Emily, of course?" he asks, a warm smile clouding his features as he does so.

I smile at his interest and nod my head, enthusiastically.