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He had never been so outright protective, or possessive.
Or overbearing.
“I don’t know. Gotta pee!” I left my drink on the bar and bee-lined it to the bathroom. Tatum and Miles caught me halfwayacross the room, linking their arms through mine and walking with me.
The walls separating us from the rest of the club dulled the music a little, making it easier to think, and breathe.
“What’s going on, B?” Miles asked me, as I slipped into a stall. There were a few other women around, but everyone was minding their own business.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Has he hurt you?” she checked.
“Not intentionally.”
“We’re going to need more details than that,” Tatum warned.
I sighed. “Can you just give me a few weeks to figure it out? I’m not ready to talk about any of it yet. I’m not in danger, he’s not hurting me, and he’s better than August with the protectiveness. So, it’s fine. I’m dealing with it.”
Both of them were silent as I slipped out of the stall and washed my hands.
“We’re worried about you,” Tatum finally said.
I threw my arms around both of them, pulling them in for hugs. “I know. I’m sorry. Put a girls’ night on the calendar for three weeks from today, and I’ll tell you everything.”
“Fine,” Miles said with a sigh.
“Are you sleeping with him?” Tatum checked.
“What? No. It’s weird and complicated, but no. I told you, I’ll explain it all in three weeks. I just have to figure some things out first.”
“Alright,” Tatum agreed, her voice reluctant.
We headed back into the nightclub, arm-in-arm.
“I hate these places,” Tatum called out.
Miley grinned, and I laughed. “Me too!”
Sebastian was sitting beside his brothers, all three of their gazes trained on us. Tatum waved, and Rafael waved back before Miles dragged all three of us into the crowd. I wasn’t sure how I was going to avoid having some guy’s hands on me while we were bumping and grinding and whatnot, but I’d try to keep it as tame as possible.
Zander’s arms were around Miles a moment later, his body wrapped around hers as they moved together. He said something into her ear, and she burst out laughing, shimmying against him, and swiveling her hips in a way that was entirely suggestive.
Tatum and Rafael were in the same position, swaying to the music together while they both grinned.
Her feelings about nightclubs had apparently changed, at least for the moment.
A set of hot, huge hands landed on my hips, and I tried to jerk away quickly. “Oh, sorry, I’m really not supposed to—” I cut myself off when my eyes met Bash’s.
His gaze dared me to push him away.
My body told me to pull him closer.
I stepped back, and my ass met his erection through his suit.
His grip on me tightened, and I moved my hips.
He moved with me.
