He quickly found an eager dance partner and let himself sway to the beat, getting lost in the music. He laughed with them, joining in the throng of writhing bodies. He was sweating and panting, grinding back on someone, when he finally caved and looked across the room to the D.J. station.

He found those beautiful eyes trained on him. The way Al-Haitham’s gaze was always so intense… Archons. He tossed his head back, closed his eyes, and swallowed hard. When he looked back, he saw the shift in Al-Haitham's eyes, the way they raked shamelessly over his body, watching his swaying hips.