NOLAN
Yena took a step back, interrupting the rhythm of their slow dance, and looked around.
They were at the center of the dance floor. The crowd had filled it up around them.
“Okay,” she said slowly. Her voice was quiet under the sounds of the music and the lively party.
Nolan pulled her close to him again.
“Is this the best place to tell it to me?” she asked, sounding nervous.
Nolan’s heart was racing.
It was the first time in a while that he was hearing Kent’s voice, articulate and clear as a bell, loud in his mind.
Saying, It’s almost too late!
You f*****g COWARD!
Nolan felt like his chest might explode if he did not tell Yena he loved her, before the two of them left this spot on the dance floor.
