Declan’s POV
I’d gone back inside and headed upstairs to have some fun with Bridget, but when it came down to taking our clothes off, I just wasn’t in the mood. Deciding not to look into why I was suddenly turning down a willing bed partner, I left her pouting in the bedroom, and headed back down the stairs to the party. Drowning myself in warm beer, I lost myself in the crowd of sweaty dancers, moving to the deep based music with various faceless girls who were happy to roam their hands over me.
As the party ended, I stumbled outside, staggering down the road in a haze of drunkenness. Tripping over a loose stone, I was in danger of falling flat on my face when a pair of arms were wrapped around me, pulling me upright.
‘Woah dude, watch yourself there’ came a vaguely familiar voice. Pee
