#Chapter 83: A Heated Dance

I followed Asher to the nightclub only to make sure he was okay. After all, he’d nearly passed out at the ice rink earlier! He hardly seemed like he was in any condition to be pursuing such cardio-heavy activities as dancing and… sex. Not that I would stop him. We were just friends. I had no claim on him. I only wanted to check on him. He pushed himself too hard, acting the big bad Alpha all the time. And while most of the time that was an accurate description of him, since last night he’d been saddled with this physical weakness. A friend would want to make sure their friend was okay. At the club entrance, we’d gotten separated. Asher got waved through right away while I had to wait in line. I hadn’t expected Asher to go to a nightclub so I wasn’t exactly dressed for it. My cocktail dress was white with pink flowers, a bit more modest than the revealing satin and leather on the people around me. “You lost?” the bouncer asked when I made it to the front of the line. Fortunately,