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I should’ve known better than to follow her into the club.

Loud music wild lights, sweaty people everywhere definitely not the natural habitat of a girl like me, more comfortable with books than bars. But my girlfriend insisted.

“Baby, it’s just one night,” she’d said earlier, slinging her tattooed arm around my neck while adjusting her guitar case with the other. “Come watch us play. I want you near me.”

She always said that. Near me With me Mine. And I always said yes.

When she performed, she became a star literally Leather jacket half open Hair wild from headbanging

Tattooed arms flexing as she played that guitar like she was fighting it and loving it at the same time.

The crowd screamed her name.

But she always looked for me.

Even mid-song her eyes would drag across the roomlocking on mine, hungry and possessive as if silently reminding everyone

2 hours later

She’s with me.She drank too much. Way too much.

She draped herself over me when we sat down, her breath warm and alcoholic against my ear.

“You’re so pretty, babe…” she murmured, kissing my neck sloppily.

I flushed. “You’re drunk.”

“Mmm, but you’re still mine.”