Two hours, and a few more drinks and dances later, Paula and Bevin said their goodbyes, and Lance and I stood on the sidewalk outside the club. The streetlights overhead made his eyes glitter with anticipation.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, running a hand down my arm to latch onto my fingers. It was a very forward and public gesture, and I couldn’t bring myself to care—not really.
“I am, actually. Would it spoil the mood if I said I wanted Thai food?”
“That’s a great idea! Especially since it’s near where I live, as you know.”
“Wait a min—” Before I could protest further at the trap I’d set for myself, Lance had hailed a taxi and hustled me into the back of it. We were on our way to the restaurant, full speed ahead.
“You’re like the Energizer bunny, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been called worse
