7/7/7
The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.
I was tagged by @titaniumplatedspine and @ashthe7th to do this. Thing is, I don’t really work in pages... Just word count. Um... So I will just start from the seventh paragraph.
For a second time in forty-eight hours, Otabek’s feet felt the overwhelming need to act on instinct, making a stuttering step forward before the rest of him could catch up. Screw the plan of staying in the shadows and attaching himself a wall for the entire evening. His body propelled him forward, one leg in front of the other even as he lost sight of the angry blond amidst the other dancers, but he persisted in that direction regardless. He was the only one not dancing as he remained vigilant in his search, though not for a lack of trying from both women and men as they pawed at various places they had no business touching. Otabek had no time for them, not when the man that had been on his mind for the past twenty-four hours was somewhere nearby.
He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, close to where he’d initially spotted the elusive man who was no longer there, either swept up in another part of the crowd, or exiting the floor all together. Otabek remained a solid, immobile force as his head snapped around to check all the likely choices, from the bar, to the entrance, to the stairs that led to the second floor.
