One hour passed and no Bo. We headed to the dance floor with drink number who knows what in our hands as one hour turned to two and then I lost track as we drowned ourselves in top shelf booze and techno music in the VIP area. The lights were flashing, the bass pounding and I was a sweaty, nearly-drunk mess. Bodies pressed on either side of me. A pair of hands slid up my thighs and along my ribs, brushing past the curve of my breast and then up my arms as I lifted them over my head, never missing a beat. My eyes fell shut at the contact of the warm body flush against my back that moved in all the right ways and I knew that Bo had finally arrived.

I slipped my fingers up under my hair, lifting it to cool myself as our bodies swayed as one. The light touches and grind of our hips were driving me crazy and all I wanted to do was taste her lips. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the strobes. Just as I was about to turn and kiss her with all I had, my gaze locked on a familiar breathtaking brunette in a bright red halter top and tight black jeans on the other side of the floor with a devastated look on her face.

My mind reeled. The woman looked exactly like Bo. But she couldn’t be Bo, because I was dancing with-

The brunette’s head dropped. She turned abruptly and walked away. My heart thumped a million times per second and my stomach twisted with the feeling that something horrible had just happened. I spun around, certain that I had been mistaken and that Bo would be there smiling at me, but there was no Bo. Only a trashed Mandy giggling and dancing absurdly, reaching for me to resume our positions.

The churning of my stomach ramped up like a cement mixer. The room began to spin. I wanted to rush after Bo. I wanted to…vomit.

And I did, right on the dance floor like a stupid college student that couldn’t handle their shit. By the time I had recovered Bo was nowhere to be found. I rushed outside where it was quiet, leaving my friends behind and finding a wall to lean on while I fumbled to call Bo. Three tries and no answer. I sent off a text and thought about where she could be. Maybe she went to our house, but first… first I wanted to try her penthouse.