But now, I don’t feel like basking in it, not after seeing him talk to that supermodel-esque blond. When I pass him, I breathe a little easier. That’s the hard part, and now I’m so close to the door, I can hear the hum of music— “No!” But Angelo doesn’t listen to my weak-willed protest as he grabs my wrist and spins me around so fast the lights spin in a golden haze. When I blink and steady myself, my back is flush with the door, and Angelo’s heavy body is pushing me against it.
