Loud music, dimmed lights, and sweat-covered bodies moving to the loud music; that was how Julie liked to spend her Friday night regularly.
Clubbing meant dancing for some, celebration for some others, and s*x for most.
To her, clubbing meant forgetting –forgetting what used to happen behind closed doors with the one she loosely used to call brother.
Henry has moved on, she told herself as she danced, and more like grinded against some random guy.
Forgetting didn’t necessary mean there was no s*x involved. She sure as hell wasn’t about to spend the rest of her life living like a nun. What good would that do her?
There was no chance of going back to the carefree time of her teenage years, and there was no fixing her broken heart. For yes, she could deny it to her friends all she lik
