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Greg placed his hand protectively behind Lara’s back as they made their way into the club behind Dean, Thomas, Daniel, and Connor. Sparks shot up his arm from where he touched her back, music blared around them, and strobe lights flashed over the dance floor, all of it overloading Greg’s senses. “You okay?” he asked Lara, having to lean down and shout to be heard over the music. She replied with a nod, but Greg took her hand in his as the crowd around them grew thicker, and Lara’s fingers squeezed tightly around his as if she was scared of being separated from him. Greg followed after Daniel’s white shirt until they reached the bar where Dean was already ordering drinks. Six shots were soon placed in front of him and he handed them out to each of them. Greg noticed Lara looking down at