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SLOANE

I dive into the crowd, letting the bass swallow me whole. The music pounds through my veins, and I close my eyes, swaying my hips to the rhythm. It feels good, no damn hell, it feels liberating.

A warm presence presses against my back, moving in sync with me. I don’t flinch; I lean into it, grinding my ass against whoever it is.

I shake my ass against the guy and he wraps his arms around my