“They like me,” I said with a bright smile. “They like anyone I tell them to,” she said with a laugh and my smile stuttered out. Oh. “But I’m sure they like you anyway,” she backtracked. “I didn’t mean it like that.” My fingers slid from hers and I let the tide of hands carry me away from her. “Sin!” she cried, like I was Wilson and she was Tom Hanks in Castaway. I frowned back at her, my mood descending as I folded my arms and dropped my head backwards so I slid down to the floor through the throng of bodies, disappearing from sight.
i need him to be mated already
