âYou remember that party after the Rostelecom Cup? I drank a bit too much, but someone else drank more and he grabbed me and began dancing with me. I swear, Chris, that dance lasted the whole night.â Victor was wistful thinking about it. He remembered being dipped, swayed and spun. Hands on cheeks and eyes locked together. If there was anyone watching, he would never have known because the man staring deep into his eyes was boring into his soul and he swore he could see that manâs soul too. Something caught alight in Victor that night, and no man heâd dated since managed to keep the flame burning.
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