41. The Worst Party

Logan

One step.

Two steps

Three steps.

I watch Daniel as he slowly and carefully walks among the crowd. Like a toddler who just learned how to walk.

I chuckle loudly. Why is he walking like this? He looks like he is in some kind of a daze. Did our encounter in the bathroom affect him this much?

It pleases me to think I'm not the only one pining for him.

I keep an eye on him but don't go near him. I want him to come to me this time. I'm convinced he will since I saw he has a hard-on for me.

God, what an incredible sight it was! I wish his jeans didn't cover it.

I walk outside to have a smoke, and something catches me off guard.

A familiar figure is leaning against the wall a few feet away, looming over a stripper I recognized from the stage earlier.

Hmm...naughty, Stephan.

He should be with his beloved boyfriend inside, but instead, here he is, with another man's hand down his pants. Tsk tsk tsk.

I proceed to interrupt their moment but stop myself.

Should I show Danny instead?

But what