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Buried Acceptance  Excerpt

The faint smells of beer and cigarettes tickled Kerrington’s nose as soon as she and her best friend stepped inside a local club, Pulse. The hushed atmosphere of the normally pumpingtechno club threw her for a second since she normally needed earplugs anytime she entered.

She blinked, trying to adjust her brown eyes to the dark space. They’d entered on the ground floor, which happened to be the upper level.

Customers packed every table and chair.Some even stood around the railing to overlook the lowstage and temporary seating area set up below, in the space normally reserved for dancing.

Why she’d agreed to go to a hypnosis demonstration at the last minute she had no clue. Sitting in the dark, close to Danielle, in a place inadvertently named after her favorite setting on her vibrator was a disaster waiting to happen.

She brushed her straight, dark-blonde hair over her shoulder, cupping a hand next to Danielle’s ear.She tried not to inhale the faint perfume that always reminded her of nude beaches and sun-kissed skin. “I told you we shouldn’t have come. It’s too crowded.”

Danielle rolled her green eyes, tossing her strawberry-blonde hair and making it bounce. “If you wouldn’t have waited until the last minute to say yes we could have been here before the show actually started. You know I hate scrambling to get ready.” Whispering wasn’t one of her strong suits so several people glanced around at them.

Kerrington’s best friend took her hand, tugging her around several people who were hovering just inside the door. She stopped at the top of the steps leading down to the stage level. Sixty or so people were shoe-horned around three sides of the stage in a semicircle.The audience sat in chairs close enough to be kin to sardines.

On a low profile, stage spotlights illuminated a handful of people sitting side by side in a straight line.The stage only stood maybe two foot off the floor. Everyone around them focused on a well-dressed woman speaking from the stage.

A woman?

Kerrington questioned, “I thought you said the hypnotist’s name was Dr. Zee?”

Danielle continued searching for a place for them to sit, but must have come up as empty as Kerrington on theircurrent no open real estatedilemma.

“It is. It’s short for Dr. MackenzeeRogue.”

For a tiny girl, not yet twenty-five, her voice carried over the murmuring crowd, drawing more attention.       The hypnotist turned, pausing in her speech and Kerrington cursed herself again for deciding to come.

Instead of looking put out by their tardiness, Dr. Zee smiled, pointing out two seats open in the front row before resuming her demonstration.

Kerrington opened her mouth, ready to tell Danielle she didn’t want to sit that close. Before she uttered a single word, her best friend grabbed her hand, linked their fingers, and then pulled her down the short set of stairs.She dragged her around chairs and small, round tables filled with people.

“No, let’s go find another—”

“Shh,” came from several directions, shushing Kerrington into submission.

She followed silently, focusing on Danielle’s mocha flippy skirt. It bounced on every step she took with her platform heels. Kerrington started to sweat and glanced away nervously. She felt eyes watching them. It wasn’t the skirt she’d borrowed from Danielle that barely covered her ass that made her nervous, or being the center of attention in a room full of people. It was her best friend holding her hand…in public.

They could have been a couple, maybe even lovers.

But they weren’t.

Never had been, even though Danielle had made it clear, several times, they could be if Kerrington would just come out of the closet.

Kerrington cleared her throat as they settled into their seats, trying to shake off the memories of those late-night conversations they never spoke of in the light of day.

“Great seats,” Danielle exclaimed in as quiet a voice as she could muster.

Her breath brushed across Kerrington’s cheek and she tried not to react. But her eyes closed, her nipples beading beneath the thin top she wore.She thanked her lucky stars for wearing a push-up bra so her nipple rings didn’t show.

One more secret she hid from everybody.

She took a deep breath and held it, closing her eyes for a few seconds and wanting a cigarette in the worst of ways. She shook off the craving, trying desperately not to give in to wanting two things she shouldn’t.

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