He can’t keep his hand off of me as I start walking down the path through the quad again. He keeps his palm under my jacket, at the small of my back.
As we catch up to the other guys, Niko pushes his fingertips under the back of my waistband, halfway to my ass.
“Hey, lovebirds,” Weston says as we approach. “You stop tongue-fucking long enough to grace us with your presence?”
Noah cackles ahead of him. “They’ll be dick deep in each other in one of the ballroom bathroom stalls by the end of the first song, guaranteed.”
“Lovebirds,” Niko muses, tilting his head back to look up at the sky as he walks. “Weird fuckin’ word, isn’t it?”
“Like two little flitting birds, in love,” Wes says. “That’s you guys.”
Niko lets out a long breath and it dissipates into the air like a cloud of smoke. “Maybe I’m wrong about everything. Maybe lovecanbe real. Given very specific circumstances.”
The fuck?
There’s definitely something off about Niko tonight.
He’s almost acting like…
Like he did the night he got dosed with ecstasy.
And that realization sets off every alarm bell inside me.
Part Two
Shadow and Light
15
Niko
Niko, checking the app before walking into Onyx House, earlier today
Username: Dragonfly
I feel a little too good as I check the Camboy account.
Good in a way that makes me not give a fuck about what any commenter might be posting.
They’re not Oliver.
So why the hell should I care?
I belong to him, after all.
Wait.
No.
It’s all just fake.
But maybe I don’t give a fuck about that, either.
I’m surroundedby a shimmering sea of color.
Beauty.
Shades of blue and silver, falling in rivers around me, welcoming me into the grandballroom.
