Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist to anchor her back against my chest, I settled my other hand on the nape of her neck, letting my fingers tangle in her soft hair.
I was done being patient, and I was certainly done with the ‘two-hour’ lie. She was overcharged, and she needed an immediate ground.
“Greyson!” she hissed, her face flushing a deep, beautiful red as she squirmed slightly against my hold. “Harper is right there!”
I looked up just as Harper reached the top of the stairs. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she took in the sprawling, empty VIP section, the terrified bouncers lingering at the bottom of the steps, and the four of us forming a protective perimeter around her best friend.
Then, Harper smiled, a bright, bubbly expression that completely
