Connor
My jaw twitches, and I stare at Evelyn dancing with some other dude—his arm around her waist and her back pressed against his chest.
I know the feeling that courses through my body is jealousy, and I don't want to feel it, but I can't help it. I hate the fact that she's dancing with someone else when it could be me.
When it's supposed to be me.
"Hey," long red nails touch my chest in a way that is supposed to be seductive, but it irks me. "Do you want to dance?"
I grab her hand and push it away.
"Don't touch me," I say harshly.
But the woman doesn't seem to listen as her hand sneaks up again, this time close to my ears. Her lips, too.
"Are you sure? Because for you, baby boy, I'll do anything."
This time around, I turn to her with a scowl on my face.
"Do I look like I want
