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But, damn it, they should be.
Thankfully, Tuck interrupts, saying something to the guy in question and ushering him to the dancefloor. I may have to alter my opinion about him; he's actually being great. I give him a nod of thanks, to which he responds with a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd. It's just me and Miles then, but it doesn't take Miles long to get bored and join Lamar because I don't answer any of his questions.
I'm way too busy ogling Jace, taking in everything from his pushed-back blonde hair, bulging biceps in his tight shirt, and is that freaking pink nail polish?
That definitely isn't something that I would do. I can only imagine the comments from my team on that... I haven't included freaking out about the outside world in my little bicurious adventure, which is stupid really, because shit is real, and homophobes definitely are.
Jace is the living proof of that, having been the victim of a hate crime.
But I don't want to focus on that now. I'm pretty sure everybody here is cool because they for sure as fuck would've been or are in the same sort of situation as me. Otherwise, they wouldn't visit a gay club, now would they?
And I'm not a big name yet. I still have some college years to go, so I suppose it's fairly safe.
Shit, I only want to focus on the guy on stage now because he has finally spotted me. I'm glad I'm not that far away becauseif the smoldering in his gaze is any indication, then yeah, he definitely felt something the other night.
I smirk, momentarily forgetting my annoyance at him for shutting me out. I promised him before we went into the threesome that it wouldn't mess up our friendship, as perhisrequest. I'm keeping my promise, although I'm kind of sure I want us to be more than friends.
At the very least, I want to explore this further. Whatever this is. All I can think about is having that tongue in my mouth again.
He's belting out something about love and sex from a song I vaguely know, but as he does, he's watching me, throwing out filthy lyrics, that half-smile on his face, those gray intense eyes only on me.
Eyes that are actually lined with black stuff, which makes the light color stand out more. It suits him, it suits this rockstar nonchalant vibe that he has going on. He's in full black again, but apparently Lamar was up to something, since Jace's top is also a bit see-through.
Which I seem to like, if the twitch in my dick at the slight sight of his abs whenever the light hits him fully is any indication.
“He does a mean George Michael,” Lamar in question suddenly yells in my ear.
“He also does a mean Gaga,” I murmur, remembering our spontaneous road trip back in August, being very distracted by my view.
“What?”
“Never mind...” I cock my head, entranced by Jace, and I should be feeling guilty that I'm not mourning my lost relationship with Kaylee that much. Yeah, I felt bad for a couple of days, but meeting up with her yesterday was actually pretty good and made me realize that she really was right about us.
We’re better off as friends.
And apparently she's not that mournful either, since she kept telling me that I should not let Jace walk.
Which I’m not planning to do.
But I'm still mad at him for ignoring me, so when I know the gig is almost up, I leave Lamar behind, making my way forward to the stage, staring Jace down as I go, and he follows my every move while singing on automatic pilot.
I'm pressing my big body through the crowd. Which is weird because I'm used to people parting my way, but here everybody just seems to push closer, trying to grab a hold of, well, anything really.
When I swat the tenth pair of hands off my ass, finally reaching the stage, I can feel his heady gaze on me. Ignoring it, I make eye contact with Missy instead, who's closest to me.
She gives me the biggest smile I've ever seen on her usually stoic face, making me quite confident that, yes, she knows all about what went on last week, or at least has an idea about it, and nods at a door next to the stage while she keeps playing, impressive…
I nod in thanks and proceed. She must've given the security guy there some sort of signal because he opens the door with a simple, “second door on the right.”
With every step in the dimly lit hallway, my heart seems to beat faster, but my anger increases too because, damn it, hepromisedthis wouldn’t fuck our friendship up. Or maybe I was the only one promising, I don’t really remember…
I clench my fists and let my forehead fall against the wooden door in question when I arrive, probably a dressing room. I’ve got to keep my cool. If I’m going to fight with him, then this is probably over before it even begins, which is not my intention.
But my awesome plan to keep it cool falls to the wayside when I hear his raspy voice behind me, making my throat constrict.
“Couldn’t find the doorknob?”
I swallow, keeping my nerves in check before I turn around.
