Chapter 35

“None of your goddamn business why I left,” she snarls into my ear.

Layla pulls me in roughly again and holds me in place with both hands at the small of my back. Our pelvises are against each other’s and she begins to grind to the music. We move perfectly in sync, but only because I have no choice in the matter. Layla’s body moves mine in a dance that I am normally too awkward for.

We are having sex with our clothes on.

A minute later, a body settles in back of me, its soft front conforming to my back. I turn my head to see Syd, though she’s so close that I see only the telltale features—the hoop through the left nostril, the perfect crew cut, the glimmering eyes.