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“Yes. Am I that bad a dancer?”
“No, you’re fine. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not much fun tonight.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m having a wonderful time.” He smiles sweetly.
I open my mouth to tell him that my heart is just not into dancing tonight, when I feel a strong pair of hands grip my waist and pull me away from Gael’s grasp.
The hell?!
“Can I help you?” Gael questions a pissed-off-looking Noah.
“Doubt it,” Noah seethes at him, turning his attention to me. “It’s time we went home.”
“I’m not ready to go home,” I snap. “I’m staying right here.”
“Oh no, you’re not.” Noah growls at me.
“If Skylar says she’s not ready to leave, then she’s not.” Gael comes to my defense, but when Noah snaps his sole focus back on Gael, I know it was the wrong thing for him to do.
“Don’t you ever say her name again. Don’t look at her. Don’t touch her. Don’t even think about her.”
The way Noah stares him down, his fists ready to break every bone in Gael’s body, is enough for me to know that if I don’t want a fight to ensue, I best do what Noah says.
“I’m sorry, Gael. My brother is right. It’s getting pretty late. Thank you for the dance, though.”
I ignore how Noah cringes when I call him my brother and take it as my own fuck-you to him. Gael’s perplexed stare bounces off me and Noah, unsure if he should let me leave with him.
Knowing it will infuriate Noah more, I lean in and peck Gael’s cheek.
“Thank you for the dance. I had a great time.”
“Can I call you maybe?” he asks, still sounding unsure.
“No.”
“Yes.” Noah and I say in unison.
Never breaking eye contact from Noah, I ask Gael for his phone and add my digits to it. Once that’s done, I thank him again for the dance and leave, Noah right at my heel. Furious that he’s acting like a total asshole, I speed up my step, almost tripping on my high heel shoes. Noah’s hand immediately grips my arm, preventing me from falling as I walk down the steep ladder to the dock.
“Get off of me!” I shout at him, wiggling my arm.
“There isn’t a chance in hell that’s going to happen. Move,” he growls, his grip on my forearm tightening so I don’t lose my balance and fall into the cold water beneath us.
It’s only when we are both on solid ground again that he lets me go. I speed away from him, needing to put as much distance as I can from the boy who broke my heart.
“Sky?”
“Sky?”
“Sky!” he shouts out, halting my next step.
“What? What? What?!” I shout back furiously, tuning to face him.
“What do you want from me?! What, Sky? Just fucking tell me!” he yells, raising his arms to the heavens before dropping them to his sides again. I maul my lower lip, shifting my weight from one foot to another. “You’re driving me insane, you know that, right?”
“Well, that makes two of us,” I snap back.
He scoffs, but there is no heat behind it.
