As he orders something else at the bar, I look at the glass one last time and drink it all in one gulp. The alcohol scrapes my throat and I close my eyes tightly for a few seconds as it passes, "Shït, you said it was sweet."
"It was to me," he replies, taking the glass of brown liquid the guy gave him and looking from the glass in my hand to my face with that maniacal shark grin that high Lorenzo had the other day. He drinks it fast without making any face and extends his hand to me, "Wanna dance?"
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Was Lorenzo this hot fifteen minutes ago? Hell, I don't think so. His eyes weren't this deep nor his skin this brown nor his scent this intoxicating. If he had been, I would have been throwing myself at him from the moment he greeted me.
"How do you feel?" asks Lorenzo in my
