"No reason to be sorry," he yelled over the music, "it's so crowded in here you are hardly the first person to run into me tonight."
Looking up I was face to face with the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He had the clearest silver blue eyes, dark black hair that was the perfect length to run your fingers through, and an angular jaw. He was tall and had great hands that were now resting on my arms. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a white oxford with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His forearms were muscular and he had a leather cuff on his right wrist. I wanted to run my hands along his chest and through his hair. My legs felt weak looking into his eyes. The electrical current that ran through my body when he touched me sent a shiver through my body sending a pool of lust into my thong. I smiled shyly and tried to sneak past him.
"Hey, wait up," he said keeping a light hold on my elbow. He leaned down to my ear. "Can I at least know the name of the only person here who is as sober as I am?"
His breath felt cool on my hot neck and it made me shiver. I have never reacted like that to anyone. My mouth went dry as I thought about how I wanted to turn my head and kiss his delectable lips. Suddenly, I didn’t remember my own name.
"I'll go first," he said holding out his hand and giving me a smile that made me want to pass out. "I'm Caston. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Aubrey," I responded without taking his hand. "I really must go. Nice to meet you, Caston."
I quickly turned to leave before he said anything else. His smile made my insides quiver and I knew had to get out of there before Mark found me talking to another man or I did something I might regret.