We're having a private dance. He ran out the door, and they both turned to follow. I wanted to say I'm sorry, or something civilized, but Byron moved his hips underneath me, and that one small movement brought my attention back to the man underneath me. For the first time I felt the other side of such a touch; felt what Jean-Claude had felt for years.
That's my cue to part company, Jason said. Nathaniel was standing just beyond, out of reach, but Byron was standing so close that it startled me. Try for some kind of leverage in the ongoing game of one-upmanship that Bert and I had played for years. She'd taken it wrong and hadn't really liked me since.
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