Chapter 2At noon the next day, free of alcohol and lust, Jet’s behavior last night felt a lot more embarrassing. He groaned and buried his face in the pillow. Maybe, just maybe, it had been a dream? Maybe it was Thursday, the day before his birthday, and he wouldn’t go to the club till midnight.
Would a dream have included the two hours of trying different outfits and hairstyles, and putting on extra make-up, then wimping out and washing it off?
God, what he wouldn’t give to look effortlessly cool and confident like Darken.
No, it must have been a dream. Why would someone like that have picked him out of everyone at the club?
Jet sat up. Something thudded against his chest. His bare chest.
He was completely naked, except for Darken’s heart pendant. It was heavy and felt slightly moist
