as the D.J. spins whatever makes the room shake the most.
It’s torture.
It’s always torture for me here. That’s why I didn’t want to come. I want to join the free. I want to go to that guy and grab him by the back of his head and plant a kiss on him in front of the whole room. It fucking kills me. But there is no privacy in my world. I can’t trust people to keep quiet were I ever to take the chance to satiate my needs in private. Celibacy is the worst way to live. It’s unnatural. We’re not meant to never touch another body, never get close to someone–so close that for at least a little while, you become one. I’ve never been in love. And I’m still a virgin.
A fact Jack and Alec must never know.
The music fades in the middle of a beat, and the room reacts with annoyed confusion until we hear Jack yell loudly across the room, “WHO WANTS A DRINK?” Alec, Rue, Jenna and I, all look behind us to see Jack on the bar– in jeans, no shoes, no shirt–cupping his hands around his grin as he yells, “DRINKS ARE ON ME!!”
A thousand people go ballistic. I laugh hard, from deep in my belly, throwing my head back. I yell over the music as the volume rises again, “Looks like you finally had a good impact on him!”
She shakes her head, saying with feeling, “No, he just didn’t want to be one-upped. Has he ever bought a room drinks before?”
I shake my head and yell, “No! Never! We heard about what you did after we arrived in New York, and I have to admit, I was a little jealous I wasn’t there to see it! Or that I never thought of doing it myself!”
She laughs, happy for the praise. “Sean?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry for my tantrum. I was being a jerk. I want you to know, I’m having a great time. Thank you.”
I grab her and give her a hug. She squeezes me tightly and kisses my shoulder. Jenna and Alec are pleased and as we continue dancing in our little circle of four, Rue’s energy lightens enormously. Pure joy emanates from her as she dances, her body moving like it’s made of water. You have to watch them, her and her friend. The songs shift and without even looking at each other, they shift with them, always in sync as though they choreographed it.
After awhile, Jack rejoins us, eyeing them. “Hey,” he says to me. “Did you see that?”
“You have fun?”
“It was pretty cool, yeah. This is Sophia.” He’s towing a topless, blonde Australian girl who’s got a beautiful body. I glance down to admire her long skirt just as she smiles at Jenna.
Jenna’s eyebrows rise as Sophia saunters over and touches her hair, sliding a lock behind Jenna’s ear, standing really close to her. We’re all watching, and Jenna cuts her eyes to Rue who shrugs that she doesn’t know what’s going on. The Aussie smiles and leans in with her tongue sticking out a little. Jenna stares at it a second, then takes it between her teeth, and they kiss. Jack chuckles at Rue’s face, watching her act like it’s not a big deal even though it’s clearly shocking the hell out of her.
“What’s the matter, Rue? Afraid of a little girl on girl?” Jack calls over. Her eyes flash, and she laces her fingers into the blonde’s hair. Sophia releases Jenna and looks at Rue with a sexy smile. Rue cuts her eyes to Jack and kisses the girl full on, nice and slow and long. Alec gets a fierce look in his eyes like he might yank them apart. He meets my look of warning and turns to walk away.
Sophia responds eagerly to Rue’s kiss, slipping her hands around my sister’s back. Jenna turns her back on them, dancing normally like nothing is happening out of the ordinary. This interests me. I’m wondering if she’s hiding what I’m hiding. Acting like she doesn’t care. From Rue’s nervous reaction to the Aussie’s fumbling with her zipper, trying to pull her dress down and make her topless, too, I know Rue’s never kissed a girl before. Or maybe she’s just nervous because it’s in front of us. But
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