Stuck Between Two Alphas
It smelled like lust, sweat, spilled vodka, and bad decisions.
The moment we stepped inside, bodies writhed under strobes and colored lights. The bass pounded like a heartbeat on a warpath, rattling my ribs. My pupils blew wide.
I can’t feel my feet, I sent into the chaos.
That’s called vibing, babe. Go.
I hesitated near the bar. Then I tilted my head back, breathed in the heat, and stepped into the crowd.
The music hit like a tidal wave. My hips swayed, shoulders rolled, hair swinging wild as I spun. My chest ached with the fullness of it—breathless, soundless laughter spilling from me.
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