Warren slobbers over my neck as the song we’re dancing to throbs to an end. “So I got a gift for you.” Warren picks his head up as the song comes to a close. Warren. I scoff at him a second. I would never have even pulled him onto the dance floor if it weren’t for the fact he was about to rip Ace a new one—and that was for sure not the way I wanted to tell Ace I’m in love with him, not with Warren in the front row with his fist at the ready. I made a vow to myself that I’d share my feelings with Ace today even if I had to do it via text message, but he’s back from his trip, and I get to tell him in person. My entire body lights up like a Christmas tree at the prospect. “A gift?” I feign interest while I scan the crowd for Ace. “Yeah, I’ll let you sit on me tonight.” He grabs his crotch and shakes it. “I’ll make sure all your birthday wishes come true.” “No thanks.” I give his shoulder a quick swat as I turn to leave. “I get it.” He steps in front of me.
