Until her lips brush the edge of his jaw.
My brows notch up,
eyes dropping to the floor,
dread filling the pit of my stomach.
“Aight, nah,” I hear Andrew mutter. “You gotta get off me.”
It’s too late.
Pick your poison, Allison—bile, blood, or bottle.
I’d do all three in one motion if my legs worked.
But I can’t move, so I’m sitting here, a fuckin’ corpse with good posture.
Yeah. This is fucking me up. But I’m fine.
In fact, I’m so fucking fine I could scream.
“Did anyone tell you?” she says to me with murderous eyes. “Booth’s for band only, babe. ‘Cept Mae. She and Jay basically share bones.”
But my eyes are busy drifting across the floor,
staying busy,
when I spot Romeo on the other side,
leaning an elbow on a hightop wrapped around a support beam, all smirk and slouch.
And when he catches me looking,
he tips his chin up at me.
Mouths it—‘Miss me already?’
His grin’s climbing, slow and cocky.
And when I glance around the booth,
everyone’s watching me.
I raise my brows. “Hm? Oh, I got distracted. Was someone talking to me?”
Mikey shakes his head, grinning.
“I love her,” he mutters into his drink.
Romeo mouths something else.
I shrug—can’t hear you.
He tries again, then laughs.
‘What?’I mouth.
He cups his mouth,
