“I could have punched him myself, you know?” He breathes out a laugh, but it’s not a nice one. He’s laughing at me, not with me. “Oh, yeah?” he asks. “And why would you have done that?” “Because I don’t want him.” His grip on my waist tightens as he stares at my mouth. “What do you want, party boy?” “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
