Heart pounding, blood roaring as it raced through his ears, mouth dry, Walden ducked into the downstairs bathroom and quickly secured the door. The room did a little twirling dance, nearly causing him to sink onto the edge of the tub, or pitch forward landing on the tile floor—perhaps even smacking his head on the toilet on the way down. Definitely not the way he wanted the party to go.
And how exactly he wanted things to play out was part of the problem. On one hand, he was more than flattered to have been asked to attend the festivities with Jay, having hoped for a while now that the dashing, handsome man with the crop of black hair and warm brown eyes would single him out from the crowd. Accepting the invitation was a dream come true.
So why did he feel like at any moment he would kee
