Silver Edge

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All I've ever wanted is to fit in. But no one can ever see past how weird I am. Bright lights? Can't stand them. Loud noises? Definitely sends me over the edge. And touching? Forget about it. At least, until I met Drake. From the moment I walked into that nightclub, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. And when Drake touched me, it didn't send me into a tailspin of sensations that I couldn't stand. It actually felt...nice. Like something I could get used to. And it doesn't hurt that he's probably the hottest guy I've ever seen. But now someone wants to close the club down. And since I promised Drake that I'd help him keep it open, I'm going to have to find a way to tap into whatever that inner strength thing is that everyone always talks about. And fast. But what happens if I can't?