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We move back and forth to the music, all while making small talk, until a shadow hovers over us. When I look up, I see Graham standing there, looking more pissed than I’ve ever seen him with his jaw steeled.
“Can I cut in?”
Ross looks from him to me then back at him. “Well, man, we’re dancing so gonna have to say no.”
Graham laughs without an ounce of humor. “Good thing I wasn’t really asking.”
My eyes widen. This is his coach's son. I see this situation deteriorating,quickly.
“What’s your problem, Adams?” Ross turns toward Graham. His stance rigid, he grits his teeth together and waits for Graham’s response. This entire situation is turning me off, of Ross especially.
He shrugs. “I’m saying you should probably take your hands off of her, before I take them off for you.”
Oh my god. This is not actually happening right now.
“She your girl?” Ross stares at Graham, who grits his teeth and steps closer. His posture is rigid, and he looks like he’s going to beat the shit out of this guy. “Doesn’t matter, Ross. Take your fucking hands off of her.”
This time I stop, letting go of Ross and stepping between them, because they’re starting to cause a scene that none of us want.
“Hey, stop. Graham stop,” I say, placing my hands on his chest.
Ross scoffs, shaking his head. “Ah, I must’ve missed the memo. Good luck withthatEmery.” He walks away, leaving Graham and me alone.
“What the fuck was that?” I seethe through clenched teeth. “You should have just pulled your dick out and pissed all over me, Graham. I am not anyone’s property and sure as hellnotyours.”
I stalk away, leaving him alone on the dance floor, and bust through the exit doors. There’s fire in my veins right now; I’m beyond livid. He has no right to act like this.
The cool air hits my cheeks as I suck in a deep, full breath. Seconds later, the door busts open, and Graham stalks toward me. Even angry, I can’t help but notice how handsome he looks in his suit. The cut fits his body perfectly, showcasing his broad, thick shoulders.
He never pauses, never hesitates, he grabs my face in his hands and slams his lips on mine, drinking me in. I never realized how tense; how tight my body was until I sank into his embrace. I feel his kiss down to the tips of my toes. He cradles my jaw in his hands and angles his head to the side to deepen our kiss, sucking my tongue and making me whimper against his mouth.
It’s enough to almost make me forget why I was angry in the first place.
Almost.
Not quite.
I rip my lips from his and step back, panting. “Do not try to control this situation by kissing me.”
He shakes his head, running a hand roughly through his dirty blonde hair. “Tha- That’s not what I was doing Emery.”
I scoff and roll my eyes, stepping farther away; keeping space between us is my only defense. My only way to keep him at arm’s length, both literally and figuratively. “Could’ve fooled me.”
"Listen, I lost my head okay. I’m sorry. Okay? I’m fucking sorry. It made me… I- don’t fucking know…insaneto see him touch you. Out of my damn mind.”
"Graham,thisis insane.” I throw my hands up in exasperation. This thing that was never supposed to happen is slowly turning into something entirely different. Dropping my head in my hands, I groan. I’ve been trying to get him off my mind for months, and this just makes everything worse. It seems like every time I see him, we’re falling right back into a pattern.
A situation.
Something out of my control.
Something I don’t want and never will.
“Em, c’mere, please,” he says, pulling my hands away and swiping at my bottom lip. The gesture is gentle and intimate, and I don’t quite know how to feel about this. Any of this.
It’s too much.
I step back. “Graham, I’m not doing this. Look, I said from the start that I wasn’t interested in pursuing… frenemies-with-benefits. I meant it. I don’t want a relationship; I don’t want the white picket fence and the kids. The serious, committed relationship. And tonight? How you just acted… it’s just too much. I’m not yours, I’m not your property. You have no right, no claim over anyone touching me or asking me out.” I watch as the muscle in his jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth at my words, but it’s not like I haven’t been saying this from the start.
