Wild life

They danced. It was intense, Lila sat on his laps giving him the lap dance of the year. Ares loved him, it was the only way to feel the blood and the body instead of the ledger and the law. Drinks arrived, glass after glass, laughter blurred at the edges. Lila pressed close, and something in Ares surrendered to the warmth of another person’s breath against his neck.

They left the club after the crowd thinned, the city a smear of amber. Lila suggested they drive back to the hotel, ...