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touring.”
    Chase shrugged, coughing as the acrid smoke hit his lungs for the first time in more than ten years. “Not sure. Had a craving, I guess.”
    Chase took the bottle from Cleo and drank from it, wincing at the burn. Cleo hit it after him then set it down next to her foot, the shirt riding up to bare her small, tight ass. Once again, Chase looked away, unable to shake the strange embarrassment he felt at seeing her naked body, now that he was out of the passion of the moment.
    They were standing next to each other, close, thighs brushing, arms brushing. Cleo drew on her cigarette, snorted the smoke out of her nostrils, then turned her head to meet Chase’s gaze.
    On impulse, Chase closed the distance between them, his lips touching hers. Cleo froze in surprise, then eased a little, kissing him back. Their lips moved together, and it wasn’t unpleasant, but it just felt…off.
    Chase pulled away first, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Cleo, I—”
    “That was weird,” she said, cutting him off. “Not bad…just…not right.”
    Chase shook his head, then inhaled smoke, coughing once more. He glanced at the cigarette, then tossed it away half-finished. “Not doing it for me,” he muttered, then looked back at Cleo, who was examining the glowing orange tip of her cigarette.
    “Cleo, listen—what happened, with us, in there,” Chase waved his hand at the glass door. “I’m not sure…I mean…”
    Cleo laughed, puffing smoke from mouth and nose. “You don’t have to explain, Delany. I get it. It happened. It was good, in the moment. You’re…I won’t deny, in one way that was the best sex I’ve ever had. But in another way, it was really, really fucking awkward. I’ve never gotten it on in a bed with other people.” She drank from the bottle again, hissing as it went down. “That’s more Kylie and Leah’s scene. I’ve never shared a guy before.”
    “I’ve never done anything like that either,” Chase admitted. “And like you said, in a way, it was great. Having all three of you go down on me…that was intense. But with you and I—”
    “If we’d been alone, I think it might have been different,” Cleo said, cutting in over him.
    “Yeah.”
    “But as it is…” Cleo shrugged. “I don’t think I could do anything with you again and not have the image of tonight in my head. Even now, all I can see is Kylie and Leah taking turns on you while you kiss me.”
    Chase ducked his head, a feeling of mutual understand washing between them. “Yeah, exactly.”  
    Silence stretched out, and Cleo finished her smoke, tossed it away, and swigged from the bottle. Chase finished it, and they stood side by side, watching the three a.m. Vegas crowds hustle and bustle below them.
    Finally, Chase broke the silence with the question burning unspoken between them. “So…you and I…is there something there?”
    Cleo didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know, Delany. I don’t know.” She crossed her arms beneath her small, hard breasts, turning to face him. Her hazel eyes met his, and they searched each other silently. Eventually, Cleo shook her head. “No, I don’t think there is. I think there could have been, but…”
    Chase nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I almost want to say, ‘I’m sorry’, or that I’m kinda disappointed. You’re a cool chick, and you’re hot, and talented. I think there really could’ve been something.”
    Cleo shrugged, a little lift of one shoulder. “But that back there…it was fun, but it’s not something I’ll do again.”
    “Me either.”
    Cleo tilted her head, considering her next words. “Also, Chase? I’ll say this totally honest. I don’t think you’re over that other girl. The one you sang the song to.”
    Chase looked away. “That’s complicated.”
    “Meaning you don’t want to talk about it.”
    Chase stared at the yellow headlights coming at them, the red taillights moving away; as a kid, he’d always thought of the stream