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Gray eyes. Beautiful gray eyes.

Again, Cameron missed what the man had asked him and could feel his cheeks heat.

He cleared his throat once, and then again, before he could speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch what you said.”

Instead of answering, the man beamed at him. Cameron’s chest tightened, and he forced himself to breathe.

“Why did you look so sad a moment ago?” the man asked.

Without filtering his thoughts, Cameron blurted out the truth. “I thought you left. What’s your name?”

“Rylan Ellis.”

He held his hand out and Cameron shook it, enjoying the feel of Rylan’s strong fingers wrapping around his own. Cameron’s body flushed when Rylan rubbed his thumb against the sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cameron Hayes.”

“Would you like to dance, Cameron?”

He couldn’t help his pause at the question. “I would love to, but I’ve never had a lot of rhythm and I’ll trample you.”

Rylan laughed and Cameron liked the scratchy, tinkling sound. He gifted him with something precious and rare because Cameron smiled as he realized Rylan’s laugh matched his soft, masculine voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Rylan slid his hand into Cameron’s bigger one and he allowed Rylan to pull him onto the dance floor.

As the other man led the way, Cameron’s gaze roamed over Rylan’s form. He loved how his hair, even when damp from the exertion of dancing, looked soft. He wanted to run his hands through it to see if it was as downy as it looked. The blond of Rylan’s hair was a little darker than his own, but it brought out the color in his eyes.

Rylan’s skin shimmered under the lights and Cameron had the strong urge to lean down and lick a swath along his delectable neck, tasting him. Because of his thoughts, he flushed when Rylan turned back to him and moved his hands to Cameron’s hips.

“Close your eyes.”

Cameron, trusting this man he’d met, complied with his request. Cut off from one of his senses, sensations thrummed through him when Rylan tapped out a beat with his fingers against his waist. He’d somehow burrowed his hand underneath Cameron’s tee and Rylan moved the pads of his fingers against his bare skin.

“Are you paying attention?” Rylan laughed when Cameron’s head jerked up and caught his gaze.

“I can’t help it.” Cameron being close to Rylan and inhaling his scent, something sharp and citrus he couldn’t place, made him want to take a step closer and absorb his body heat.

“What do you mean?”

Cameron shook his head. “Your hand touched me underneath my shirt and my brain fried at the sensation.”

He laughed, the sound affecting him again, and Cameron realized then their bodies moved from side-to-side. Instead of giving him directions, Rylan pressed one hand to his right hip and then the other to his left, and he swayed without issue.

Cameron ignored what his body was doing. He hoped he didn’t look too uncoordinated and instead concentrated on Rylan’s movements. He moved with natural ease as if the music was inside him and Cameron was lucky enough to hear the rhythm and beat because he stood so close to the beautiful man.

Without thought, Cameron relaxed as they danced, his concentration on Rylan as the techno song faded into the background as the DJ mixed both old and new tracks.

“And this is for the lovers out there…”

A slow song he didn’t recognize started. He swallowed, hard, when Rylan wrapped his arms around his shoulders. They swayed back and forth and once again; he stared into the gray depths of Rylan’s eyes.

“Where did you learn to dance?”

Rylan smiled. “My mom enrolled me in dance class when she caught me in my room at five, music blaring and me jumping and dancing around. She said I had a look of pure joy on my face. I was the only boy in class, but I loved it. For a while.”

Cameron sensed there was a story behind the cryptic statement, but didn’t push. “How often do you get out and dance?”

Again, the smile from Rylan short-circuited something in his brain and he had to concentrate on his next words.