LORI
The music had changed to something slower, something thick with synth and bass that vibrated in my chest. I pressed my back to the wall near the drinks table, trying not to look like I was loitering, while also totally loitering, eyes scanning for him like I was on some desperate manhunt. My stomach kept churning, and not from nerves...something felt off. The lights spun too fast. The room felt warmer than it should. But then the doors opened, and everything else faded.
Jason walked in, his hair was pushed back, still messy, like he hadn’t tried hard but still looked criminally hot. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, chain at his neck glinting under the stupid disco ball. He moved through the crowd like it didn’t exist, people moved out of his way instinctively and gravity bent around
