“You wanted to keep dancing with him?” I hated the jealousy that flared hot and bright, making my pulse thrum in my neck. “It was nice,” Sutton bit out. “Nice?” I growled, pulling her into my arms as the band shifted into another song. It wasn’t fast or slow, somewhere in the middle. “Yes,” she clipped. “And this was supposed to be a girls’ night. No boys allowed.” “Good thing I’m not a boy, then.” I moved her closer to me, my thigh shifting to between her legs. Sutton’s eyes sparked with blue heat, the kind that scalded. But I’d wear her burn scars with pride.
