Interested? Well, if they guy knew Simon at all he’d know that dancing with him like this, being so close and flirtatious was a definite sign of interest. The alcohol relaxed him enough to actually enjoy the man’s company for the last hour or two. Dancing, mostly, exchanging just a few words in favor of simply savoring the proximity and moving together to the music.

For many reasons Simon rarely disclosed, he wasn’t the sort of guy who regularly hooked-up with strange men. Honestly, he tried really hard to hook-up with women, but that seldom went well for him since there was no real attraction there. And any guys he slept with? Well, he usually ghosted them after, feeling too badly about it to face them again.

But tonight he felt free. That little voice berating him was so small and distant thanks to hours of drinking, it didn’t give him pause. This is how you get a kidney stolen, Simon. Oh, by the way, God hates you for this. Nope, not tonight.

“Very interested,” he assured, moving just a little closer (as if there was little more than a sliver of air between them at this point).