He chuckled softly. "I know," he said again. "I just… I can't help it."
That made her blush.
He squeezed her hand back, reluctantly, pulled his gaze from her face. "Ready?" he asked.
She nodded, still very much aware of the way his eyes kept drifting back to her chest like they really couldn't help it, like he said.
"Ready," she said.
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Rhydric sat on the chair in VIP section, the club lights washing over him in slow pulses of red and blue. The bass thudded through the floor, loud enough to drown out most thoughts, but not his.
Ian stood beside him, nursing his drink, watching him with a look that was far too knowing for Rhydric's liking.
"So…" Ian began carefully, fingers tightening around his glass, "the four of you like one girl?"
The question caught Rhydric off guard. He had just lifted his glass to his lips. He paused, then slowly lowered it, turning his head slightly.
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice calm but edged.
