Wes’s teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached as Justin and the other guy started to move. He didn’t breathe, not through the first half of the dance. How could he, when Justin was writhing and whirling in this guy’s arms? When Justin looked like he’d stepped out of the depths of Wes’s psyche? Like he was Wes’s lust and his pure id made manifest. Wes’s heart pounded, and his fingers dug into the denim over his knees.
