Daisy’s POV
I got to the dance floor and swayed my hips to the beat. The dance floor was crowded and reeked of alcohol and sweat, but I couldn't care less. The music was good and did a perfect job of occupying my mind and allowing me to let loose entirely.
Just like I expected, the black-haired guy didn’t waste time approaching me. He had a boyish grin and didn’t look like a creep, unlike half the guys I had brushed past while getting to the dance floor.
“Hey beautiful,” he greeted, his loud voice almost washed out by the booming music.
“Heyyyy.” I replied, my voice slightly slurred. I saw his eyes darken when he glanced downward, settling on my cleavage before dragging his gaze back to my eyes. I felt somewhat uncomfortable but resisted saying anything. His hands wrapped around my wa
