The heated stare of my protectors burns holes in my back as I run my tongue along my bottom lip. I’m more than ready to lose myself in someone. And not just because I want to prove a point. His head lowers and my heart picks up speed as I wait for our lips to collide, but right before it happens, I’m dragged backwards and into another pair of arms. “I don’t think so,” an angry voice growls in my ear as I stare longingly at the guy I was dancing with. “Fuck off now.”
