bite hard on the inside of my cheek, “Easton this isn’t…he…,” I wave my hands softly, trying not to make this look any worse than it already is. “He isn’t what? Your boyfriend?” he spits out, disgusted that I’m even allowing Alistair to touch me. Even though he probably has more money than Easton could imagine, he still looked down on the man behind me. Like he was somehow better than him. “No, he’s not,” I grind my teeth, turning my head a bit to throw a sideways glance over my shoulder. “We are just…” I drag
