Michelle was feeling hot, very hot indeed. The club was packed and very stuffy, she was finding it hard to breathe and felt as if she might faint.
"Uh Nick, is there somewhere I can go and get some fresh air?" She gasped.
"Sure Ill show you"
She stood up and followed Nick, weaving in and out of dancing couples; wow is that Mariah Carey she thought mildly distracted for a minute. He opened a big steel door and they stepped outside into the dark night. Michelle swallowed big gulps of air, gratefully. The wind whipped slightly at her hair and she could feel the soft gust against her flushed face.
"Better?" Nick asked
"Mmmmm" Michelle said distractedly, she had her eyes closed enjoying the cool breeze.
When she opened her eyes she was looking directly into Nicks baby blue eyes. She felt her heartbeat soar and she got goose pimples. Nick stared longingly into her brown eyes; he tucked a stand of flyaway hair behind her ear. Shudders of delight coursed through Michelles entire body.
Resist him, she thought, if someone saw you, youd be so much trouble.
He brought his face closer to hers; she felt his breath on her neck.
Oh God, I cant resist him, screw John Latchford I need to give in before I burst.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips brushed hers and she groaned blissfully. He kissed her, passionately. His lips were soft and sweet. She kissed him back with as much passion and allure; she felt herself melt in his arms. She ran her fingers through his hair feeling hopelessly aroused.
"Whoa!" He mumbled against her lips. In reply Michelle grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back onto hers, she ran her hand down the small of Nicks back wanting him, needing him. Gasping she pulled away sharply.
Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit.
"Whats up?" He asked
"Nothing" she lied, "I just remembered I have to be back for 1"
"OK, let me walk you then" he said
"NO!" Michelle shouted, if John saw her returning to the hotel with a guy he would freak, "I mean you cant just leave the party to walk me back, Ive gotta go."
Michelle released herself from his embrace and started walking back inside.
"Wait", Nick yelled "will I see you again?"
Should I give him my number? I cant just end it like it means nothing to me, even for John.
"Of course you will" she smiled, she took out a pen from her bag and wrote her number on his hand, "call me"
She kissed him quickly, flashed him a big smile and with that she disappeared, leaving a very confused Backstreet Boy in her wake.
Michelle walked quickly across the road to her hotel. John was sitting in the lobby when she arrived.
"Where have you been?" He asked sternly
"I was at an after show party, you dont mind do you?"
"Hmmmm, meet anyone interesting?"
Meaning have I ruined the precious image youve carved out for me? She thought.
"Yeah I did actually" she stifled a laugh as she saw the horror on Johns face, "Jessica Simpson, Mariah Carey, Destinys Child, they were all really nice."
Johns expression softened and she wished him goodnight, before hurrying into the lift. She unlocked her door and lay down on her bed, heaving a huge sigh. She closed her eyes and remembered Nicks soft kisses and sweet words. She knew she shouldnt even be considering it, but every part of her heart and body screamed for her to be with him. Oh God, she thought, what on earth was she going to do?
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