Timothy's POV

The nightclub is packed with willing bodies, but for the first time in months, I can't bring myself to choose one.

The bass pounds through the floor, vibrating up through my feet and into my chest. Neon lights flash across faces glazed with sweat and alcohol, and everywhere I look there are opportunities. Blonde hair catching the strobe lights. Dark eyes promising no complications. Curves displayed in tight dresses that leave nothing to imagination.

Six months ago, I would have ...