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No, I decide It’s not that she isn’t interested Her ansas a spur-of-the- her in front of the server, though I’ now as I try to decipher her intentions as she dances withwhatever her na to or not, I find I a an inch of her attention froe as it sounds and as hard as I currently a her sinuous movements on the dance floor, I find I don’t want her to come back to the table Because when she does, she won’t be alone given that she’s dancing withNikki, yes, that’s it A girl who has made it blatantly obvious she’d be happy to fuck me

Right sentiirl

Worse, I think her friend ht have the same offer in mind for Holland Over my dead body

I throw back the rest ofif I would’ve been better served to have left her in the coffee shop and turned up for my birthday dinner At least until I re Which means I’m where I want to be Where I need to be Because for the past sixfor thisbecause I want her God, hoant her

The beat of the h the soles ofand petite brunette As she does so, her gaze is all forup the other wohs I’irl Isn’t that supposed to be everyfantasies is that it can be a little like opening Pandora’s box: nothing is ever the same afterward Life’s miseries visited upon all, as I can attest

Nikkiher eyes to fly couess that was a suggestion Two salacious invitations in one day, Holland I shakesmile I wonder if that’s a record as well as how she’ll react to a third from me

I want her on h the roohs

Even if it is madness Absolute utter madness

Which is exactly how being near her makes me feel

“That was so much fun!” Lost to my introspection, I hadn’t noticed the pair’s return “Olive is such a good dancer, don’t you think?” The other woernails like criainst the white cotton of her T-shirt The pair are a study in contrasts Two pretty faces, flushed fro too hard

Holland and I exchange a covert look as Nikki sidles closer, her hand finding my shoulder as she slides into her seat Or rather Holland’s seat

“Sorry,” Hollanda ard lock out of her face