Dancing With Dead Serial

's gaze upon me and I opened my eyes suddenly, sure that one of the bar st

myself staring into a pair of startling emerald ey

irt that showed off a landscape of tattoos stretching down both his arms and around his neck was a small silver cross on a short chain. I couldn't help but think how he looked completely out of pla

ch but there was something about it that sent a small tendril of fear creeping around my gut, because for the briefest of seconds I did feel somewha

ir which had fallen partly over his eyes. I swallowed, feeling my mouth go dry and heat prickle across my flaming cheeks and yet before I could even work out what the hell I was doing, I smiled back. Nervo

rsty crowd who quickly filled my space as if I had never been there, as if I were noth

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ines of the club and I needed that rush of the night on my skin. I needed something to take away the burning embarrassment that I felt. I bit down softly on my lip and looked longingly at the cabs lining up outside, wishing to God that I could just get in one a