The First Time I Clubbed: My Childhood Crush Pinned Me to the Wall

I encountered my neighbor's older brother, who had gone missing a year ago, on my first visit to a nightclub after getting into college.

He had his arms around two scantily-clad women, looking like a good-for-nothing.

When he saw me, his gaze flashed across my chest before he clicked his tongue dismissively.

Later, he pinned me against the wall in a corner, his finger pressed against my lips as he leaned in, demanding I call him by name.

That's when I realized.

He wasn't my Ethan Parker.

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I met Ethan Parker in the dim hallway of Nightshade.