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His hands press smooth against her waist as he guides her into the frantic club. The blast of heat and music hits them both. Once there, pulled into a booth by his over-friendly friends, he curves her body to his and loosely links his hands around her waist. His thumbs etch small, slow circles on her belly through the thin black tank. She wonders if he remembers that she is seeing someone else.