CHAPTER FIFTY
LAMON’S POV
There is hesitation in his eyes for a second and I almost think he would refuse. That broke my heart for a split of a second. I needed this tonight; especially for what I’m going to do next. This night had to be perfect: one last good memory for the both of us.
“Sure. I mean, why not?” He replied, the edge of his lips stretching into a small smile.
Relief skidded through me, a tightness I’d not realized I possessed, unknotting from my stomach walls. I stood up and he followed suit. With just a snap of my fingers, two men walked in, clearing the space in the middle. Once we are alone again, I take the lead, my hand going on his lower back to guide him to the rhythm of the music.
At first it was it was slow and maybe it was the proximity of him this close to m
