"Shhh," my captor whispers in my ear as I kick and scream for dominance. "Imma have to put you in a sleeper hold soon, huh Sasha?"

Then he laughs. I'd know Seth's laugh anywhere.

Seth's got his fingers locked around my waist and he isn't about to let go easily. Him laughing at me pisses me off more.
"Let...go!" I yell, trying to break his fingers apart. "Go...dance...with your...Bella!" He's way stronger than I am, but that doesn't stop me from kicking and screaming. Somehow, everyone around me is too caught up in their own world to realise.

"No one can hear you, Sasha," Seth sings into my ear, laughing again.
"Ugh," I groan, still trying to hoist my way out of his hands. "Just let me go already!"

"Look," he says, lifting my feet off the ground and carrying me away from the door, deeper into the house. "I know you're angry, but not here. For Dean and Renee's sake." He nods in the direction of our party hosts, who are busy entertaining the Wyatt family in the kitchen. "You're only doing this because you're wasted."

"I'm not...wasted!" I scream back, using a final burst of energy to kick and shove my way out of Seth's grasp. Finally I succeed, or maybe he lets go of me, upon which I start charging back to Aaron and Bayley.

Seth cuts in front of me and blocks my way. "Where d'ya think you're going?"
"Get lost, Seth," I mumble, trying to push him aside, but failing. Then, he grabs my hand and pulls me back to the dance floor. It's a mangled blur of sweat and bodies and I still can't make out who's who.
"Get off!" I yell, trying to break away from him. "I need...to see Bayley..."
"Forget Bayley for a second," says Seth as we bump into more people along the way.
"Ow!" I groan. "Seth, what are you doing, I...want to be alone!"
Then we reach the centre, where he spins me round and smiles. "We are alone."

"Are you kidding me?" I look at the crowd around us, and to my surprise I start to agree with what he just said.
Everyone here is wasted. In their own world. No one gives a damn about us. We practically are alone.

Then Seth does something I never expect.

"Dance with me, Sasha," he yells over the music, taking both my hands in his.
"I didn't know you like to dance!" I yell back, and a grin starts to creep onto his face.
"I do when I'm alone," he explains. "And I figure you're way too drunk to remember this in the morning."

Suddenly I feel his hand slide around my back and pull me closer to him, and in return I lift my hands and place them on his shoulders. I feel a chill run down to my toes as he reaches to my face and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Better?" he whispers.
"Better."

Our faces are just centimetres apart, and even though the music is louder than ever, I feel like if I listen closely I can hear the two of us breathing. The bass of the music is like a heartbeat, sending vibrations through the house and up my spine.
As I look into Seth's eyes I forget about all the drama. Instead, I see the time when we were at the airport, drinking Starbucks behind metal seats. I see the time when I bumped into him at the gym, and managed to enjoy Titantic for the first time. It's not just the good stuff; I see the ill fated night when I went for a drive with him, when he bought me dinner at 3am and then later when I saw him in the parking lot, talking to his ex, all messed up and confused for the first time.

Then I see yesterday, when we were sitting at the highest point in Vegas and he leaned in towards me and almost got his lips on mine.

Almost.

I then remember how horrible it felt earlier this evening without him. But now he's here.

Somehow, being this close to Seth is sending butterflies through my stomach again right down to my toes, making me feel as if they'd carry me above the ground. His lips are so close that in any ideal world he would get them on mine right now, but for some reason we're stuck at the same position, like a broken DVD...
...almost close enough to touch.

He lets his eyelids fall.

Some crazy sensation just runs through my body.

Damnit, I'm not letting him get away.

And in the heat of the moment I close my eyes and move forward, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly. I think he's stunned at first but then he kisses me back, putting a hand around my neck to pull me closer, running his fingers through my hair and making me moan.
My body is on fire right now, and all I wanna do is fling my arms around him and move this to the bedrooms upstairs. As we pull away, however, and I open my eyes again, I suddenly realise who he is, and who I am.

"Oh, no, no, God, no," I whisper under my breath in shock.
I can't believe I just did that.

"I'm sorry," I say, unable to hide the redness of my burning cheeks. "I...I just don't know...what came over me, I..."
As I'm stumbling over my words, Seth continues to look down at me, his eyes sparkling against the light. He's still got his hands wrapped around my back.
"...it's not who I am and I-"
"Shhhh," he whispers, putting a finger to my lips.

I don't even have time to think of a response as I realise that something bad is churning in my stomach. I'm guessing that it's the next stage of taking alcohol.

Feeling weak as hell, I allow my legs to collapse, and sure enough, Seth catches me. I fling my arms around him as he holds me up. I don't feel happy, or energetic, or even angry anymore; I just feel done.

Seth knows something's up too. He pulls me away from him and looks into my weary face which pretty much gives everything away.

"Seth..." I whisper, grabbing my stomach and stepping back. "I...don't feel-"

"Shhh," he says, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me in both hands whilst running to the stairs. My eyes are half closing but my stomach says it could chuck up any minute. As we're going up the steps Seth has to climb over couples who couldn't find a room like Eva Marie and her boyfriend Jonathan.

Eww, I think to myself. If anything, it makes me want to throw up more.

After Seth speeds his way upstairs, he runs across the landing, kicking open each door on the way, presumably to find me a bathroom.

I feel it coming. "Seth..."

"Just hang on, Sasha."

Finally, he kicks the bathroom door open and rushes me inside, placing me on the floor next to the toilet just in time for me to throw up into the bowl.
It's nasty stuff.

Seth sits anxiously beside me, pulling my hair back with one hand and holding my hand in the other.

"It's okay, Sasha," he says as I vomit violently into the basin. "I'm right here."

After I'm done he lifts me to the sink so I can wash myself up, then he miraculously finds me some towels to dry myself with. After that I do everything to clean myself; I wash my mouth out a hundred times and even take the breath mints that are lying on the windowsill.

"Oh, God," I moan, feeling weaker than ever. I drop the towel onto the ground and sink to the floor while Seth closes the bathroom door. Then he comes and sits next to me.

"Thanks," I say softly, resting a head on his shoulder.

I'm awake, but my eyes are closed. I can still hear the silence around me. It's so silent I can hear us breathing, and if I listen closely I think I can hear Seth's heartbeat, and even my own. They're beating together,
at the same time,
as if we're one.

Just as I'm about to block out the world, I feel Seth open his jaw. As I hang onto the last bit of energy left in me to stay awake I hear him whisper something. It's so quiet, so soft, and gets lost in the air immediately after he says it, but then for some reason it echoes around me a hundred times until I realise what he means.

"Have you ever had a feeling it's not just the fans who want Sesha Ballins to happen?"

My eyes drift upwards to meet his that are looking down at me. We're so close we're almost touching, and I feel a chill run up my spine as my nose brushes past his.

I don't know what to say.

As he moves away a gentle breeze enters the room, blowing over the curtains as the butterflies in my stomach start to settle down and my eyes start to close.