Through a break in the crowd, I spotted Chet, head thrown back, eyes closed, body swaying to the music. Errol was plastered so tightly against him anyone hoping to pry them apart would probably need a chisel. Jealousy and desire spiked through me in silvery threads. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I let the undulations of the crowd carry me closer like an incoming tide and told myself I’d watch for one more song, then leave. Errol got bolder, spinning and looping his arms around Chet, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. It was sexy. Erotic. Infuriating. When Chet finally caught me staring,
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