Chapter Thirty
The Den spills light and laughter onto the street. I step out of the cab knowing that I don’t have much hope of doing anything here, but I couldn’t bring myself to register for classes last week. Couldn’t return to Smith without going to Damon one last time. Without fighting for us.
It’s been two weeks since he left me at Gabriel Miller’s sprawling modern castle.
Two weeks of wondering if he would come back for me. He didn’t.
Two bouncers built like linebackers ignore me as I step inside the house. There isn’t anyone having s*x on the floor of the foyer, but I can see undulating bodies in the corner behind the stairs. Most people are dancing to a low and heavy beat. It’s the perfect rhythm for pressing legs together, for pushing tongues against each other.
Everyone here
