Amy draws in a breath beside me as her gaze drops to the table.
“Sure was,” Jen agrees, winding her arm around her best friend’s waist. “Good to see you again, Logan. If you ever wanna repeat that night you know where to find us,” she says with a wink.
Amy stiffens beside me and an overwhelming protectiveness creeps up inside me. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. Got everything I need right here.” I pull her closer into my body, resting an arm over her shoulders but she stays rigid in my hold.
Mel’s eyes find Amy’s again and smirks, “careful with this one, sweetheart, he’ll tear your heart out as quick and easily as he tears off your panties.” She blows us both a kiss before the both of them turn on their heels and sashay away, disappearing into the crowd.
I tip Amy’s chin up to see her eyes glistening with tears and without a second thought I press my lips to hers, kissing her deep. I pour everything into the kiss, hoping to chase away the worry and the hurt of seeing Mel and Jen here, showing Amy exactly where my priority and my heart lies. Withher.
“You okay?” I ask when I pull back.
“Great,” she smiles, but I’ve been around her long enough to tell when she’s lying.
“Ames, let’s go dance,” Quinn suggests and Amy nods, sliding over my lap, before following Quinn onto the small dancefloor in the corner of the bar.
My heart is still pounding with rage from our encounter with Mel. I don’t give a shit about me, but I hate to think that her words hurt Amy, that thought alone has my fists clenching with the need to hit something.
"Fucking Mel," I mutter under my breath, my lips pulling tight over my teeth as I reach for my beer and take a long swig.
"You dodged a bullet with that one alright," Dwight says. "You think Amy's okay?"
"I dunno, man. How would you feel if one of Quinn's exes came in spouting shit about how good a fuck she was?"
"I'd kill the bastard."
"Exactly." My eyes find Amy through the crowd, and the sight of her smiling settles some of the anger inside me. My gaze lingers on her for a moment, before the sound of Dwight clearing his throat has my attention back to him.
His eyebrow is raised and he’s wearing a knowing smile. “Is this the right time to sayI told you so?” he asks.
“No it’s fucking not,” I shoot back.
“You sure about that?”
I heave a deep sigh, rubbing the back of my neck to relieve a little of the tension that resides there, and the knots that stiffen my muscles. “I like her, alright? I really fucking like her.”
“I had a feeling,” he says.
“You did?”
He nods. “The way you are around her is different to how you usually are with women. You seem content, happy. You remember when we double dated with Mel and Jen last year?”
“How could I forget?” I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“The way you were then, it was like it was an act, like you were playing a part you thought you needed to. With Amy… it seems different, it seems natural.”
“She makes me happy,” I say.
He smiles. “When did all this start?”
“I’ve liked her for a while, since we helped fix up your house a few months back, but since I’ve been rebuilding the GTO, being around her everyday… I can’t get her off my mind.”
“Does she know how you feel?”
“No.”
“Well after seeing those two, I think you need to. Did you see Amy’s face, those two bitches showing up, spouting out their shit, it hurt her, man.”
“I know. I will.” My eyes drift over to Amy and I sit and watch her dance with Quinn for a while. As if feeling my eyes on her, she glances my way and drops her gaze almost immediately, her smile faltering, and pain shoots through me seeing her upset.
