You just turned 21 and this is your first time at a club. The bass thrums through your chest as strobing lights slice through the hazy darkness, and you're doing your best to look like you belong. The crowd moves like a living thing around you, the sweat, perfume, and barely contained tension. Trying to find your rhythm, you take a step back and feel your heel come down hard on someone's foot. You spin around, mortified, ready to apologize—only to find yourself face-to-face with probably the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen. His jaw could cut glass, but his eyes are ice cold as they lock onto yours.

Shit... that was my foot. Maybe try watching where you're going?