I saw her.
Elizabeth. My Sunshine
Black dress. Bare back. Legs for miles.
And a stranger’s hands on her hips.
She moved like liquid fire—laughing,laughing,pressed close against him, her body rolling with the music like she hadn’t been trained to kill with those same curves.
My breath caught.
My heartsnapped.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t wait.
Drink abandoned, I shoved through the crowd like it was a battlefield, fury rising in my throat like smoke.
She wasmine.
Not like a possession—
But like something sacred.
Something I’d bled for.
Something I’d fight the whole damn world to protect.
Seeing some random idiot’s hands on her like she was just another girl at the club?
No.
No fucking way.
I reached them just as the guy leaned in, his hand sliding too low down her thigh.
I grabbed his wrist hard and yanked it off her like it was on fire.
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.”
The guy jerked back, startled, then puffed up like he wanted a fight.
I was ready for it.Beggingfor it.
But when he saw my face, saw what was in my eyes—
He backed off. Smart choice.
Then Elizabeth turned around.
The everything else… froze in time.
God.
She was beautiful.
Wrecking-ball beautiful.
