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Hotter.
Jealous.
Possessive.
Something sharp I couldn’t name.
My mouth curved.
Slow.
I lifted my glass toward her.
A silent toast.
You can play this game, baby.
Her jaw tightened.
And then?—
She escalated.
Hands sliding up the guy’s chest.
Grinding closer.
Letting him whisper in her ear.
Letting him touch more than before.
Daring me.
Testing how far she could push.
Mark leaned in beside me.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “You two are gonna burn the place down.”
Probably.
Ten more seconds.
That’s all I lasted.
The guy cupped her face.
Started leaning in?—
Glass hit the bar.
Hard.
I didn’t rush.
Didn’t shove.
Didn’t posture.
