Jason stared into his glass of Prosecco and took another reluctant sip. The sweet, sparkling drink tasted far too good. Everything about this body did. The dress fit perfectly. The music seemed irresistible. Even the painful heels somehow felt worth wearing.
The attention was the hardest thing to ignore. Men watched him from across the room, and each look stirred feelings he never wanted. His mind rebelled, but his body eagerly embraced them.
Somewhere in the back of his thoughts, he already knew how the night would probably end. The knowledge filled him with frustration. Each day, he seemed to have a little less control than the day before, and he hated it a little more.
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