“Now’s not the time.”
Her eyes slide to me and latch on.
“Then when? ‘Cause last time you ghosted me after.” She scoffs. “Maybe if you’d come up for air every once in a while, we could talk.”
Her smile isn’t on her lips but in her eyes.
It hits, a bat to the gut.
It’s in my head now too.
I can’t breathe. Because I’ve felt those hands.
And now they’re on her in every version I can’t unsee.
Andrew turns fully toward her.
He lifts a brow.
“You’ve overstayed. Time to go.”
“Andrew—”
“Nah—you gotta go. We’re done here.”
Mikey coughs into his fist, eyes flicking to me.
“You want out? I’ll get you out.
“Fuck the set. Just nod,
“don’t even gotta look back, alright?”
Andrew’s gaze hits me first.
Then he flicks a hand at Mikey.
“Yo, Mikey. Not fuckin’ helpin’.”
My hand slips under my thigh,
and I pinch the sensitive skin above the back of my knee hard.
'Cause if I feel this, I won’t feel Andrew thrusting into Talia against a wall.
Reminds me I’m still here.
Still in control.
Still mine.
One breath. Two.
And I watch Mason. Keep my eyes on Mason as he grinds into the girl he's with—before his attention steers over his shoulder to the bar again.
Same spot. Same girl. Fourth time.
Four. Seems excessive.
