Chapter 51
The club war booming, the has thrumming themagh my chest like a second heartbeat. I had only been here an hour, and Engen ist kler laughed tos loudly, draping an him around my shoulder as he swayed to the mousić
| wasn’t nearly as carefree. My fingers clenched armind the cool glass of my drink, my eyet–scanning the ressed, half reperting tomeching min this moment of hebdom
Then, through the flashing lights and shifting bodies, I saw him.
Mark
An old friend from high school, walking toward me with a tray of neon colored thats balanced in one hand. He still looked the same–same coelor gris, sharp blue eyes. For a moment, it felt like stepping back in time, back before everything had gone to hell.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to have a social life, Mark smiked as he stopped beside me, setting the tray down on the table.
Hefore I could reply, another familiar voler cut through the noise.
“Hey, Nikolai!” lack, another old classmate, appeared at my side, grinning as he nudged me. But then his smile faded slightly, his expression sobering. “Hey. man… I just wanted to say–I’m really sorry about Sabrina.”
Mark nodded, his usual cocky demeanor softening. “Yeah… We heard what happened. I can’t even imagine…”
The words made my throat tighten.
I forced a shrug. looking away. “It was a long time ago.” A lie. It didn’t matter how much time passed–ber absence still felt like a fresh wound.
Jack hesitated before placing a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it briefly. “She was amazing, man. I remember how she used to kick our asses at pool. Never let hear the end of it.”
That almost made me smile. Almost.
“Yeah, I murmured. ‘She was good at that.”
Mark exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I know this place probably brings back bad memories, but… if you need anything, we’re here.”
I nodded, swallowing past the lamp in my throat. Thanks.”
Jack pushed a shot into my hand, lifting his own. “To Sabrina?
I hesitated.
Then, with a slow breath, I clinked my shot against theirs. “To Sabrina.”
The alcohol burned as it went down, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest.
No matter how much I drank, no matter how much I laughed with them tonight–her absence was still there.
And it always would be.
The song changed and that’s when everyone that was on the dancefloor started making their way to the bar for a drink top–up.
Just then, Logan stumbled back to our table, langhing and holding onto one of our other Epends for support. He was now wearing a huge birthday pin on his shirt and sunglasses in the shape of 23 uver is eyes, making me laugh as soon as he sat down next to me and threw an arm around my neck.
He was so drank that he even collected the birthday stuff from someone he didn’t know,
He didn’t look like the man I always train with in the gym.
Chapter 51
“I love you!” he shouted over the muste. “Anil my feel hast.”
He posted before his eyes focused on something else on the table,
OM SHOTSE he yelled, inaking mur friends take a glass and reis
Mo the air.
Jesus Christ, he was completely wasted, As Logan made a toast that made no sense mer the loud music blaring though the speakers, mergone cheerd, Ben downed their shots, slamming their glasses hack on the table.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling as I let my gase drift mer the closed. That’s when I saw her.
She was standing near the bas, her dark eyes flickering in my direction before quickly looking way. Her hair caseaded den her back in waves, and i a dress that clung to her in all the right places. Something about her felt familiar, but I muldn’t quite place why. Maybe it was just the shohol meeting with my head.
But for the first time in a long time, I felt something stir inside me. I say, so of course I had to feel it.
Fuck, How long had it been since I’d had sex with a girl? Since I’d felt a soft body against mine, since I’d lost myself in someone who
me, control me? The longer I stood there, the stronger the urge grew. I needed this. I needed something, someone to remind me I was still
“Have fun” Logan grinned, stumbling out of the way as I got up from my seat to move past him.
I be back, slow down on the drinks Logan I told him, but he simply shrugged, grinning at me.
I picked up
I up my drinks and moved to the girl, offering her the fruity one with a smirk. “Figured you might like something sweet.
She raised an eyebrow but took the drink, bringing it to her lips. “You just assume I like sweet drinks?”
I shrugged. “Did I assume wrong
She smiled around the rim of her glass before taking a sip. “Maybe not.”
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