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Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Ian pushed away from the bar and wove through the crowd looking for Corey, his glass once again filled with spicy rum. He’d lost count after what, the third glass? He didn’t remember. Everything seemed dull, colors blending one into the next, the glowing tips of cigarettes melding into the shadows like red stars winking at him, music pumping through his blood with the alcohol and the moment and where the f**k was Corey, anyway? Ian had told him to wait, he’d be right back, and the boy disappeared like a ghost in mist. Just when Ian wanted to hold him close, to feel his soft touch and taste his sweet lips…damn, he wanted him, right now. His crotch ached in time with the music and he wondered if there were any place they could hole up, a bathroom, a closet, anywhere he could cat
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