I love these guys.

Edward

It's hot as fuck inside but I'm not risking it. I may have just moved to the city but many people know my face by now. So the beanie stays on. Unfortunately.

A droplet of sweat runs from down my spine, my black tee clinging to my shoulder blades as I move through the crowd.

New city. New club. New chances.

Fresh fucking meat…

"Damn," I mumble under my breath as a total ten just walks out the bathroom, laughing at something the slender, petite woman by his side says. Sure, it's a gay club, but there are always plenty of women around. They seem to be comfortable in the presence of men. Gay men.

My eyes trail his form. He's fit, tall, and blond wearing a shirt of a band I never heard of before with a black and white flannel that flutters around his waist.

He's gorgeous.

And I just want to get lost in someone right now. At least for a little while, before I have to go back and pretend to be something I'm not. But I can't risk getting cast out.

Been there. Done that.

I didn't exactly enjoy high school. Or college.

Teenagers are harsh. Adults are just plain demonic. Well, not all teens and adults, duh. Jocks. They're the fucking worst. And parents. Also not a big fan of those.

I've been pretending for a long ass time but this pseudo-celebrity shit hits harder.

I follow the blond and the girl over to the bar. They're trying to get the bartender's attention but it's crowded as hell in here so they don't immediately succeed. Luckily, I've got a fifty burning a hole in my pocket, so I wave at the bartender with a whistle, the bill in between my pointer and middle finger.

Bingo.

"Hey, what can I get ya?" He shouts over the heavy bass of the song.

"I'll take a rum and coke, and whatever those two want," I nod to the duo to my right, by the corner of the long bar top.

The bartender nods and turns, taking the few steps it takes to get to them. Two heads turn in my direction, the guy smiles as his friend lifts her cocktail my way. I catch her whispering something in the guy's ear. I catch him smiling, a crooked, one-dimpled grin that makes my heart thump faster and my palms sweaty.

I haven't liked anyone like this in a long, long time.

Hell, I haven't even spoken to him yet.

When the guy comes my way, carrying a tall glass, I feel nervous. I tug at the beanie, push my glasses back up my nose before I take a sip of my drink. I'm always grateful when I have something to busy my hands with in situations like these.

"Thanks for the assistance," he drawls. I detect an accent, something Southern, and I like it. The low timbre of his voice along with the glint in those baby blue eyes makes me smile.

"Didn't mean to drag you away from your friend," I lie.

"She wanted to dance, I've got plenty of friends who can help her with that," he says.

I barely hear him over the loud music, and I use that as an excuse when I move closer.

"I'm Masen," I tell him.

A warm hand glides up my shoulder as he angles his head, his pouty lips so close to my ear I can almost feel them.

"Jasper, nice to meet you." His touch lingers, fingers sliding down the sleeve of my T-shirt until they burn tracks down my arm.

"So, Jasper," I lean in again, mirroring him as my hand finds his left shoulder. "Did you want to dance tonight?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he laughs and takes my hand, leading me through the mass of moving bodies until I can't see anything but the kaleidoscope of colored lights and Jasper's face.

"I've never seen you here before," Jasper purrs into my ear.

"Just moved here, actually," I shout over the music.

"Glad you did." He winks and I think my heart beats a little wilder because of it.

The music and the booze make me act more like myself. It's the little shove I need to act more freely, to fucking do what I want.

So I do it. All of it. I dance with Jasper, the blue-eyed fucking angel who stares at me like he's seeing the sun for the first time. I don't know why does, though, but I'll take it.

I sling my arm around his neck as he moves to the beat, his hard body grinding, his thigh in between my legs creating friction, his hand tugging at the beanie, the other fisting tightly into my hair. And I don't even care about my ridiculous attempt at a disguise. It's clear to me he doesn't know who I am.

"God," I mutter against the skin of his neck before I lick my way up his throat. Jasper gives me a gunt that reverberates all through my body, my cock hard as fucking steel.

"Please tell me you wanna go home with me," he whispers.

I take his face into my hands, my lips meeting his soft, pliant ones, driving me into insanity. I'm smiling into our kiss as Jasper kisses me back wit fervor.

It's what I need. Exactly what I need.

"Thought you'd never ask." I mirror his words from earlier, my fingers finding his jaw as I pull him in for another kiss that scares the everloving shit out of me.