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ollected what had to be the fourth drink tonight. I sipped from my glass of whiskey as I

t my master's degree in psychology and working part-time to pay for my education, it was no wonder that I was so exhausted. That

was tempted to join the throng of sweaty bodies dancing without a care in the world. It made me envious of how they

king at me, and I stopped dancing. I wanted to pretend I had stopped dancing for anot

the high cheekbones and sharp jawline I could see, it was clear that this was a man of a high caliber. His gray eyes gazed at

urriedly gulped it down, hoping it would quench the heat in my body. I took a deep breath and looked back in his direction. I furrowed my brows when I couldn't

ce. His gray eyes glittered whenever the strobe lights

s as he addressed the bartender. The magnetism of his

me excitedly confused. I was happy he had stayed and wondered if he would speak to me. When I saw him earlier, it didn't look like he had co

what to say, as I got lost in his

man asked, a small smirk hang

me? There was no way I was about to

approached his collarbone, meaning I had to tip my head back to make eye c

to dwell on how warm and big his hand was. Judging by the calluses on his palm, he was not a st

s large hands on my hips and tugged me closer to him. One dance led to another and another. His skin glistened as the beads

ath and heartbeat. I opened my eyes and saw a bead of sweat roll down his face. I followed its path, stopping when it reached his mouth. I don't know how long I stared at his heart-shaped lips. I uncon