I lift my drink and shrug like,I don’t know what’s happening either.
He doesn’t smile back.
His jaw tightens.
Something in my stomach twists.
This is bad.
This is very bad.
Sage throws her head back laughing as the guy behind her slides closer, his hands drifting lower.
My chest tightens.
Not jealousy.
Fear.
Because Ethan’s face?—
Oh God.
He looks like a storm.
Like a fuse burning down.
Tony grabs his arm.
Too late.
The guy’s hands slide down Sage’s back?—
And Ethan snaps.
One second he’s across the room.
The next he’s there.
In the guy’s face.
Hands shoved into his chest.
“Hands off my girl.”
The music doesn’t even stop. It just keeps pounding while everything slows down around them.
“Whoa, whoa,” the guy says, palms up. “She was coming onto me, man. That’s not my problem.”
“This has nothing to do with me,” he adds. “That’s between you two.”
Ethan looks furious.
Not loud furious.
Worse.
Quiet furious.
