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After all, it’s nothing a vodka cranberry and some strobe lights can’t cure.

“Oh, what the hell.”

The line at Sympathy is wrapped around the building, and I’m instantly regretting borrowing a mini-skirt from Taylor.

I’m fucking freezing.

“I can’t believe we used to wait in line for shit like this.” I shiver, my teeth clacking as we inch closer to the people in front of us.

“I know. We were nuts. Hopefully, Sean can get us in.”

It’s not often that a gay man can skip the line at a predominately heterosexual club, but Sean was certain the blackmail he had on one of the bouncers would grant our access.

While we wait, I pull my brick-like phone from my warm pocket and send off a text before I get too busy.

ME

Going out tonight, I’ll catch a ride with one of the girls. Miss you, see you soon!

Biting my lip, I reword my message, not wanting to sound as attached as I feel.

Fuck, I’m in deep.

After setting myself free of my secret to both Jett and Sienna, I don’t feel like there is anything standing between us. Sure, we’ll have issues at some point, but that’s any couple. If I can get through what I’ve gone through, I can make it through anything. Deciding on a different text, I finally press send as we inch up in line.

Going out! I can catch a rideshare home! See you soon

Just as quickly as my nerves can arise from it being longer than normal without a reply, Sean comes skipping around the corner.

“C’mon, bitches, let’s warm you little sluts up.”

Taylor and I both squeal. Without looking back at the rest of the line, we bypass the main entrance, entering through the sectioned line for people who booked a VIP table.

The second the door closes behind us, neon lights and house music fill my veins like hot lava.

Going out without a guard up hasn’t happened in years. It wasn’t possible; I couldn’t go through life with blinders. Somehow, through all the opening up I’ve done lately, I feel like I can finally let go again.

And I’m dying to finally let loose.

On the dance floor, Sean takes our drink orders and says he’ll meet us back here with drinks as soon as he can.

Considering flirting is his second language, I don’t put a time limit on when he’ll be back. It could be hours.

Alcohol or not, the feeling of the music and the familiar environment shoot waves of pleasure through my body. When the first song fades, I fish for my phone again, itching to at least have a response waiting in my messages app.

When I unlock it, I get nothing.

Trying not to let it get to me, I go about my dancing, but the back of my head screams with worry.

Faster than expected, Sean is back, holding three drinks in a triangle.

“Here you bitches go!” Sean’s back, handing us two vodka cranberries, keeping the middle one for himself.

“Wanna do a lap? Check out all the sexy men?”

“I’m down.” Taylor smirks, already setting her eyes on an insanely tall man in the corner of the room.

Following her eyes, I scan the elevated VIP section, not looking nor stopping myself from appreciating what my eyes choose to linger on.