“I wasn’t going to take them.”
Then his gaze dropped. His shoulders curled inward.
“I thought about it,” he admitted quietly. “For a second. But I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want to disappoint you.” His eyes shimmered when he looked up. “He kept pushing. Whispering about how good it would feel. I tried to say no. He didn’t listen.”
“You should’ve walked away,” I said, heat bleeding into my voice. “Or?—”
“You saw the size of him,” Iggy snapped. “He could’ve snapped me in half.”
“Then why dance with him at all?”
“Because I asked you to dance!” he shouted. “And you said no. I just wanted to feel normal for five fucking minutes. I didn’t expect him to pull out pills.”
“We made a pact?—”
“Yeah. To look out for each other.” His voice cracked. “I came here for you. But when I asked you to dance, you left me alone.”
“Iggy—”
“And you’re not my babysitter,” he went on. “I was trying to refuse. I’m glad you stepped in. But I don’t understand why you’re so angry with me?—”
“Because I was jealous!”
The words rang out between us.
Iggy fell silent, staring up at me, stunned.
“Because I care about you,” I said, breathing hard. “I hated watching someone else touch you. And when I saw him try to feed you a pill, I thought I’d failed you.”
Silence stretched. The music thudded around us.
Iggy studied my face, searching for the lie.
Then his hand lifted, resting lightly against my chest.
“You were jealous?”
I nodded once.
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. “Why?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
He stepped closer, our chests brushing. The cool metal of his chains skimmed my bare stomach, sending a shiver through me.
“Why, Bodhi?” he murmured.
“Because,” I said hoarsely. “You look gorgeous.”
My fingers slid up his thigh, slow and deliberate.
“Sexy.”
Higher.
“Fucking hot.”
My hand settled against his ass, squeezing gently. He sucked in a sharp breath and pressed closer, his hardness meeting mine.
