Olivia's POV
The moment we stepped into the club, I knew it. I just knew this was a terrible idea.
The place was fully packed. Bodies pressed against bodies, the bass so loud I could feel it vibrating in my chest. The air was thick with alcohol, making it hard to breathe.
And suddenly, I was right back there. Right back at that concert where I'd first met my stranger. Where he'd appeared out of nowhere, and fucked me senseless.
What if he's here?
What if he came? Besides, this is exactly the kind of place he'd approach me? What if he's watching right now, waiting for the right moment?
He loved me. He'd said it. People who didn't love you wouldn't constantly check on your wellbeing.
So he'd come. He would definitely come.
Please come. Please forgive me for yelling at you. Please…
"THIS IS AMAZING!" Kira was already moving, her body swaying to the beat, her face lit up with pure joy. She grabbed my hand. "Come on! Let's dance!"
