Deni
Grant took us to a restaurant s***h gay club that served some of the best food I’ve ever tasted. We ate dinner and then moved to the other side of the club. The music was bumping, people were mingling and dancing the night away. Gay couples danced together – touched and kissed with no care in the world. Haven and I sat at our table watching the revelry. I watched one couple in particular they looked so in love, they touched each other with reverence and love. A deep yearning started within me, making me crave what they have.
I want that, I couldn’t help but think as I stared at them.
I stared at Haven then, but he was staring down at his drink. He seemed to be in some mood ever since we left Grant’s house. I didn’t let his mood affect me, I danced with Grant and it had been
