He slowly moved his hands to my ass then used his lips to lightly brush mine. I closed my eyes whimpering in agony. He caught my lips in between his then threw his tongue in my mouth exploring every inch of it. I held tightly unto his neck and ran my fingers through his hair as he ties his tongue with mine. After the breathtaking kiss we both stood there trying to make out what just took place at this formal setting. He was constantly glancing over his shoulders and fidgeting. I tried to calm him down by holding unto his hand but then he apologized "Am sorry. I didn't mean to come onto you" I tried telling him it was fine, that I wanted him to, but then he said "It seems as if I had too much to drink." 

My heart stopped beating. I could feel my body gone 10 ft. under by the utterance of those hurtful words. "Excuse me" I politely excused myself caring less if he heard or not since he was constantly babbling. I forced myself through the crowd and went outside watching the many limousines parking up and the elegant bachelors, widows and couples entering the building to celebrate the marriage of another. "Hey, why are you out here all alone?" A male voice asked me from behind. I turned around to discover that it was Scott. Yes! Scott Thompson from California. He must have not recognized me since my makeover. His brown hair has now become black but he is still noticeable. "I could ask you the same thing" I stated. "I just need some air" He shrugged. "Am Nick." He lied.