“Nah. I’ve got until the end of the summer,” he replies. “Hey, don’t look so worried. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not worried.”
“Uh-huh.” He rubs his thumb between my eyebrows. “Why the frown?”
I make a concerted effort to relax my face. I hadn’t even realised Iwasfrowning.
He grins. “Better.” He kisses me, and barely pulls away before kissing me again.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling our chests together, as our tongues tangle. We continue dancing, shuffling around in a vaguely rhythmic circle as we kiss and hold each other. His friends give us a few wolf-whistles, but I don’t care. Let us be the centre of attention. I want them all to know how much I want Jimmy.
“We’ve only just reconnected.” I’m not sure I’ve spoken loud enough to be heard, even though my lips brush over his ear.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He squeezes my arse and pulls my groin against his.
I gasp at the welcome contact. We stop moving in a circle, instead swaying side to side as we grind and kiss. We’re not the only ones getting frisky on the dance floor. I’m not self-conscious about it, either. I’m too wrapped up in Jimmy to care if anyone notices we’ve got hard-ons for each other.
Angus boogies through the crowd towards us. “This is why I’m staying sober tonight.” He winks at us.
“Sofa!” Jimmy says. “I’m not inviting you to share our bed.”
I blink hard.Ourbed?
“It’s fine. I have plans after we’re done here.”
I frown. “Plans?”
Angus glances between us, his eyes wide, pupils tiny, like he’s stuck in headlights or something. “Uh. Yeah. They involve my bed and lots of sleep.”
“Yeah, right,” Jimmy says. “Pull the other one.”
I look between them, sure I’m missing something. Not that it’s any of my business. If it were, I’d know about it.
Angus yawns in an over-the-top manner. “In fact, my bed is calling me right now. I’m out of here. See you later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That leaves our options wide open, then,” Jimmy says.
Angus flips him off and looks around before heading off in Steph’s direction.
Jimmy runs his fingers through my hair, which is sweaty from the heat and dancing. “Want to get out of here, too?”
“Sure.”
We thread our way through the dancers, saying goodbye to as many of Jimmy’s friends as we can find; some must have already left. We leave, stepping outside into the welcoming fresh air. It’s a warm night, yet outside it's cool compared to the nightclub. We walk, hand in hand, in the direction of Jimmy’s house, pausing as we reach a quiet spot at the edge of town. We find a bench to sit on and stare at the stars. Or the handful of stars that aren’t obscured by the city lights.
“Angus is seeing someone,” Jimmy says.
“You don’t need to tell me.”
He squeezes my hand. “I want to. I trust you. You won’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t.”
He smiles. “They won’t need to skulk around much longer. Once they’re out in the open, maybe we could go on a double date or something.”
Skulk around? Out in the open? Who is Angus seeing?
“The stars are shit here.”
