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Not that I was probably going to do that either.
Scott’s whole body tensed and he let out a slow breath. “Oh, that’s interesting.”
So he was bi, or at least very open-minded.
He also seemed to be in some kind of relationship with the people who’d been around him the longest, a tall blond guy and a short little brunette woman. As they’d gotten up, they’d both leaned over and took turns giving him heated kisses.
The crowd around them made catcalls and teasing comments, but he shrugged and seemed to wave it off. The man and woman headed back toward the dance floor, but the sexy twink just hung out with everyone else.
“So do you think they’re all together?” Scott was still working on his first beer, so I wasn’t worried about him being drunk yet. Just not quite ready to give up hope on the sexy guy.
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “That’s kind of what it looks like.”
Part of me was relieved, but there was another part that was frustrated. I didn’t even know his name, but he was everything I secretly, and not-so-secretly, wanted. His blond hair was long enough on top that it made me want to run my fingers through it, and the short sides gave it an edgy look, aging him just a bit. The tight jeans showed how narrow his waist was, but the nearly see-through shirt showed long, sculpted muscles. He might have been much smaller than we were, but he wasn’t fragile.
If it had just been his looks that had drawn me in, I wouldn’t have given him another thought after that. I wasn’t into chasing someone who was already in a relationship, or even lusting after them, for that matter. But no, it was something in his expression and the way he watched everyone around him that kept pulling my attention back to him.
He wasn’t simply passively enjoying his friends…there was something almost predatory about him.
When a new song came on, a smile broke out over his face, and he grabbed one of the guys sitting beside him. His friend was tall and broad and even from across the room looked like a tank. The cute twink pulled him up from his chair and started dancing around him, grinding and moving against the big guy like his friend was just a convenient pole to play on.
It was beyond hot.
The muscular twink didn’t seem to care who was watching, and even though I would’ve expected the other guy to take charge, the sexy twink kept firm control of the situation. He wasn’t just leading—he was showing the other guy exactly what he wanted and expecting to be followed.
Fuck.
Evidently, once he got started, he didn’t want to stop dancing. I saw him glance toward the door that led to the dance floor and turn back to say something to the other guy. The big hulking guy shook his head but ended up being dragged away from the bar by the twink. As they got lost in the crowd, I turned to Scott. “I’m guessing at least bi…or something like that.”
“Yeah.” Scott didn’t seem to be any more pleased with the way things had gone than I was. “At least my gaydar’s getting better.”
I laughed so hard I had to put down my glass. “You’re right.”
That was one way to look at it.
As I finished my beer, I glanced over at Scott. I had to ask, even though I already knew the answer. “Did you want to go dance?”
“No.”
Yep, exactly what I thought.
I didn’t mind dancing. I was fairly coordinated, and I could pretend to dominate a cute little thing on the dance floor long enough to have fun, even if that wasn’t what I wanted anywhere else. But Scott refused to dance.
Scott just watched from the sides and that was it. He liked music, so I thought it was probably a coordination thing or just not enough practice. I wasn’t going to force him or make us both uncomfortable by asking why, so I left it at that.
“I’m going to go grab another beer.” I stood and gestured toward his beer. “You good with that one still?”
“Yeah, fine.” It had to be warm, but he nodded casually. Instead of glancing up at me, he looked off toward the dance floor.
I couldn’t decide if he was regretting his choice of not following the guy or just trying to imagine what they were doing. Sometimes, Scott was hard to read. But since I’d never pushed, I couldn’t complain. At least that’s what my mother had said one time when I’d tried to.
Moving my way through the club up to the bar, I started wishing we’d gone someplace less crowded. By the time I made my way back, Scott had been sitting there for a while. There’d been an odd look on his face when I’d left, but as the crowd had shifted around the room, I hadn’t been able to see him anymore.
I expected to find a bored Scott on his cell phone planning out his next financial conquest, but instead, as I pushed my way past a crowd of college kids who’d decided that the middle of the room was the best place for them to hang out, I was stopped in my tracks.
The sexy twink was leaning over our table, ass arched out and so perfect I wanted to take a bite out of it.
Fuck.
What was I supposed to do?
Thankfully, as he looked up and gave me a tempting smile, I realized it wasn’t up to me.
