Chapter 5
Harris stood by the dark wall with Tucker at his side, watching shirtless guys grind against each other on the dance floor. The music blared, the lights strobed, and Harris wondered how he’d gotten so old.
Twenty-seven isn’t old. It’s just a number. You still feel twenty-two.
But I’m not.
“Are you feeling all right?” Tucker asked.
“Yeah. I just had the feeling that no one’s here to meet their soul mates.”
Tucker grinned. “Guys are here to bone, Harris. This isn’t news.”
“We’re not. Are we?”
“I was.” Tucker shrugged. He was so cute. Harris wished Tucker loved him that way; life would have been so much simpler.
“Just because I shouldn’t drink yet doesn’t mean you can’t,” Harris called out over the music.
“I told you I wouldn’t.” Tucker’s eyes fell on the nearest stranger’
