“Just go back to the party, Nathaniel. Go back to your perfect date,” I said, anger consuming my words. He scowled. “She’s not my date.” I rolled my eyes. “You two were fucking each other with your eyes.” He glared, stepping so close I shivered. “I wasn’t eye fucking her. There’s only one person I want to eye fuck—or fuck at all—and she’s standing right in front of me.”
