Page 214 of Hide and Keep

“Crue! Gross.” I try wiping it off with a sweaty palm. Super gross. “This better not clog my pores.”

Crue’s in my face instantly, all patience gone, then he’s dragging me by my elbow off the dance floor, obviously not concerned with skincare the way he should be.

As soon as we’re clear of the crowd, I rip my arm out of his grip, almost taking a tumble to the floor. Something catches me though. I’m pretty sure it’s this annoying bodyguard of mine.

“Don’t you have a river to pollute?”

“I can’t protect you if I’m in prison.”

“You don’t protect me.”

“I just did.”

“All you did was clam-jam me. Again.”

“I’ve still got your pussy juice clinging to my balls and you’re out here looking for your next fuck.”

I raise a finger of my own between us. “Maybe if you peed after sex, too, you could’ve wiped that up.”

He frowns and shakes his head. “It’s hard for guys to piss right after.”

Using his bare hands, he dabs at my face, removing the rest of the blood.

Is he still mad at me? It’s hard to tell.

I lean into his touch before catching myself.

I should leave, run, as far as I can. But Crue’s moss-green eyes have me rooted, my feet making themselves at home right here in the club.

“Because you’re still hard?”

“Sometimes. Mostly it’s because our shit’s all clogged and pee sprays out everywhere.” His hands demonstrate a fountain-sized spray range.

“I didn’t know that. I’m new to…” Unable to recall the exact words used in our earlier conversation, I gesture at him and the other…guy… Where’d he go? There’re too many people to see. I squint one eye, but no, that doesn’t help either. Honestly, I don’t think I could pick that guy out of a pair. He’s…forgotten. Just like Crue was. Temporarily.

Ididforget about him.

I’m almost positive I did.

“Males?” Crue scoffs. “No shit. You don’t seem to have experience with anyone other than yourself.”

I wave him away like a gnat but he doesn’t take the hint. He never does.

It’s him. He’s the one refusing to let me forget him.

“Ugh!” I shove his chest, not even shifting him a single inch. “Why’d you have to look for me?” I didn’t want him to…this time.

“Because it’s what I do. I find you. I’ll always fucking find you.”

That’s…sweet actually. I hate how much I like him.

“Okay buthowdid you find me?”

Turning his head to the side, he looks around us as he mutters, “Luck.”

It must’ve been. I learned my lesson last time and now only use cash when I don’t want to be rounded up like livestock.

“They serve minors here?” he asks.

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