Since stepping into this place, I’ve been on the verge of relapse until this pushy blonde decided I was worth rescuing.
Deflating, I nod.
A megawatt smile stretches across her face. She bounces on the balls of her feet, spinning around to drag me toward Remy—
Who’s glaring at her.
I bite my lip.
Two points for Blondie.
“Sully!” She squeals, “Look who finally agreed to have some fun!”
Hazel eyes flick between us, confused and irritated. The guy he’s been dancing with notices Remy is now stiff as a board andturns to discover the reason. Immediately, he shoots daggers at me.But I don’t give a fuck because I have my sunshine boy’s attention and I’m not wasting it. I smirk at his failing attempts to hide his disdain.
“You hate dancing,” Remy yells over the music.
I pretend I can’t hear him and lean forward. “What?”
He wrinkles his nose. Elbowing his dance partner aside, he yells again, “You. Hate. Dancing! And seriously? Melody?”
I cup my ear. “You want to dance with me?”
Oh, that pisses him off. My grin widens.
My new bestie, Melody, is already chatting up Remy’s neglected buddy.
A hundred fucking points for Blondie.
I hook a finger through the belt loop on Remy’s hip and tug him closer. He slams a hand on my chest.
I’m trying really hard not to moan.
“I know what you’re doing,” he growls, the pungent, almost metallic scent of liquor on his breath.
He’swasted.
Circling my thumb on the waistband of his jeans, I hold his furious, glazed stare.
“And what’s that?”
His hand flexes against my sternum, the blunt ends of his fingers digging in.
“Marking me.”
I track a bead of sweat disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, skimming a finger across his Adam’s apple. It bobs.
In his ear, I murmur, “This isn’t marking, baby, but I’m more than willing to cover you in hickies and bites so the whole world knows you’re mine.”
He scoffs, regaining his space, but a gorgeous flush has bloomed on his cheeks. “I’m not yours.”
“You were once.” I stare directly into those golden green eyes. “You will be again.”
I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t for him to rip away from me and shove through drunk partiers toward the exit.
“Fucking fuck,” I mutter and chase him into the humid night; the club music dampens the moment I’m outside. Remy races for the parking lot, stumbling off the sidewalk—
A car horn blares.
