Dorran’s wearing a white vest, a black leather jacket, and his signature faded jeans and dark boots. His hair is a ruffled mess of curls, and the angles of his face are edged out against the bold lights in the club. “Wow,” I whisper, then clear my throat and repeat myself. “Wow.” He laughs. “So easily pleased.” “Only because it’s you, dumbass.” He laughs again. “And refined.” I roll my eyes and look away from him, only to find Colton excusing his friends’ company to head to the bathroom. “Dor–” “Follow him,” Dorran orders. “Distract him. I’ll get the crew and join you in a minute.” I nod, and
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