David smiled through the applause, but as soon as he left the stage to let Kate take her solo bows, his entire body sagged. It was more than exhaustion, though that certainly played a part. It was the weight of his wayward thoughts, arguments he’d been having with himself for two days now. Vince starred in every single one of them.
He’d woken up the morning after his escape to the Moulin Rouge with an empty bed, an aching ass, and an overwhelming sense of guilt about the entire encounter. It was one thing to want Vince as much as he did, and maybe it wasn’t quite so bad since Vince had clearly wanted the same thing, but that still didn’t make it right. If anyone found out, his life as he knew it would be over. His family would never forgive him. He could already see his mother kneeling in
