Chapter 172: Aphrodisiac Plans

I've been high on the aphrodisiac that is Huxley all day. This afternoon we did our relationship dance, where each of us toyed with the idea of becoming more but pulled back at the last moment. Tonight, working in the club, our dance has been different.

Noah set up strobe lights on the stage today to make a dizzying effect for the hard rock bands playing. The lights flicker and the music pounds in my soul. Huxley's body moved stiffly at first, not ready to give in to the beat, but now an hour later our bodies flow together to the music as his hands explore a small section of exposed skin at the top of my pants. I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward.

"I hate that you do this for a living," he shouts in my ear to be heard over the music.

I push my butt into his groin. "It sure doesn't feel like it."

A tall guy with a thick bushy dark beard who reminds me of the Paul Bunyan statue we saw earlier today steps into the small bubble of space Huxley and I share. He moves h