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"Who's the twink?"
Sam looks up at me from the mess of cables he's trying to untangle. "We're in WeHo, dude. Be more specific."
"The one with the fucking perfect ass." I clarify.
Well, I thought I was pretty clear, anyway.
"Yeah, that's way more specific." He chuckles, following my gaze out to the lingering concert-goers on the club floor. "Please tell me you're not talking about Taylor."
"Taylor who?"
"Taylor Hanson." Sam informs me in a distinct 'no' tone of voice.
He should know better; he just made me want him even more.
"I think I'm in love, Sam."