June

“Come on, love," Mark tugged me into the house, and straight to a room where the loud music coming from the speaker, threatened to burst my eardrums.

“Fucking hell, Mark!” I growled at him. But he didn't hear it because of how loud the music was.

He led me past the students who were already dancing, and towards the area where the couches were arranged to form a heart.

I sat next to him on the couch, trying not to pay heed to the men leering at my exposed ...