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starts to feel possessive, as though he’s trying to prove to everyone I’m his. Eventually I push him away and he laughs while I stalk off.
    Standing on my tip-toes, I search for the bathrooms. I notice a long, dark hallway and assume that they must be down there. Side-stepping and gently nudging people out of my way, I finally reach the hallway, but none of the doors are marked. I attempt to push one open but it’s locked. Assuming it’s a storage locker or something, I make my way down to the next door, surprised to find that it’s open. I spot a few stalls and since there isn’t a urinal in sight, I figure it must be the girls’ bathroom.
    It’s unusually clean and I’m wondering why there isn’t a line outside. Every bar and club I’ve ever been to has always had a long line of girls waiting to use the bathroom. Hey, I’m not complaining though. Opening a stall door, I hover over the toilet to do my business when I hear some giggling. Peering under the stall, I find two sets of shoes near the sink. Then I see the heels disappear, and it’s obvious that she’s been placed on the sink countertop. As I laugh to myself, I open the door, thinking I’ll just apologize for interrupting and then make my way out.
    I unlock and open the door to see that the girl’s shirt is opened, revealing her pink lace bra. Her shirt is hiked up by her waist and she’s fiddling with the guy’s pants. I quietly excuse myself, although they don’t say anything. I assume they are too wrapped up in one another to notice me.
    My hand is on the door handle, ready to pull it open, when the girl says, “God Grant, take me.” Without even thinking, my head turns and his blues meet my hazel. My throat feels like it’s closing in on me, and I think I could be hyperventilating. He pushes back from the girl and she glances my way but doesn’t try to conceal herself. In what seems like an hour but in reality is probably only a minute, I catch an emptiness in his eyes. Almost as if it isn’t him standing there, like some alien has taken over his body. His hands move to start zipping up his pants, but I can’t stick around. I pull the door open hard and then leave. Before I can get to the end of the hallway, a stocky man approaches me.
    “You aren’t supposed to be back here,” he tells me, but at this point I could care less. I wave him off but he’s still lecturing me on and the fact that these bathrooms are only for employees.
    “Jessa…wait,” Grant shouts out to me. I don’t turn around, continuing to ignore him. It’s not like I have a reason to be upset since he’s not mine. “Please,” he says and his hand is on my arm, but all I can think of is that those fingers were probably inside of that hussy. I snap my arm back and he appears offended by my action. “It’s not what it looked like,” he says with clear desperation in his voice. The way he sounds, as if he’s trying to get me to understand, makes me have to remind myself again that he’s not mine.
    “Grant, you’re single. You can do what you want,” I say, my eyes searching around the club, trying to find a way to get out of here.
    “Please…just listen to me,” he begs, and I can’t ignore the sadness in his eyes. “I usually don’t do things like that,” he points toward the door and sways a little, the first sign I’ve seen that he has had too much to drink.
    “Again, it’s fine, Grant,” I try to reassure him, even if I’ll never get that vision out of my head.
    “No it’s not, Jessa. I haven’t been with anyone for months, I swear-“
    “Grant, seriously. Stop it. It doesn’t matter,” I say, placing my hand in front of his face.
    “Yes it does,” he says, his voice starting to slur a little.
    “Are you drunk?” I ask.
    “Maybe a little bit,” he says with a smirk, holding up his fingers with a small space in between. I can’t help my lips turning up; I’ve never seen Grant drunk before.
    “Just go back,” I signal