“He can always try,” I hiss, balling my fists and clenching my jaw. If that fucker touches her, I’ll destroy him. “Wow.” Blinking, I meet my best friend’s gaze, noticing a little twinkle behind his irises. Why is he staring at me like that? “You really like her, don’t you?” “Maybe.” “I knew it. Man, I want to hug you right now,” Clay murmurs. “Fuck off,” I scoff, standing up.
