“And tonight you’re hot as fuck in that dress. I’m tellin’ you right now, one guy even breathes too close? I’ll lose my shit.” His hand flies out toward me, just getting started. “And you? You hear some shit about me? See some girl touch me? You’re gone. I lose you. I already know it.” He swallows, worry pooling in his eyes. “This place’ll eat us alive, Sonny. Fuck it all up before it even starts.”
I glance down at my nails,
lean against a table,
laughing under my breath.
“Jealousy? Insecurity? Yeah—not my thing.”
His tongue runs slow across the inside of his cheek,
eyes on mine, hands hanging off his hipbones.
“You sayin’ you can just sit back and watch girls tryna get close and it won’t unnerve the fuck outta you? Rubbin’ up against my dick as they squeeze by, actin’ like shit don’t faze you.” He grins, brow high. “I’m callin’ bullshit.”
I shrug.
“You wanna let girls get close? Go ahead.”
Both of his brows are raised now.
As if I just snatched the win before the war even started.
He grins harsh, criminal, eyes on fire.
“Yeah, aight.
“You sayin' you don't want me that bad, huh?”
He drags his tongue across his bottom lip,
breath caught in his teeth,
still smirking.
“Then you got it.
“No touching.
“No interfering.
“Just friends until midnight.
“An hour and a half, if it even lasts that long.”
“Cool,” I say, sitting up from the table.
“Sit back down, Sonny, I ain’t finished.”
I freeze. Brow cocked like—excuse me?
My stunned smirk follows.
And I sit.
Back.
Down.
