The music vibrates the ground under my feet, even outside the club. Impressions is far from a hole in the wall joint. Huge double doors were wide open, with three large security guards out front. Neither larger than Brendon, but still large enough to stop any drunk ass-hole or the long line of irritated people waiting outside. “Wow, that is a long line. There is no way we will get inside tonight, much less midnight,” I say, slowing my walk, but Zane places his hand on my lower back, urging me forward.
“Never fear, little Mouse. You forget who your friends are.” Zane smiles as Brendon huffs to the side of us.
“Cocky much?” I tease him.
“Very” His smile burns me to the core. Stripping me bare for the world to see. The blush on my cheeks burns like hot lava.
He is in a particular kind o
