I pulled away from the hug, my arms falling awkwardly to my sides. My chest felt tight as I turned toward Benjamin. His eyes were sharp, burning with a heat I rarely saw in him.
He took slow, deliberate steps toward us, his jaw clenched so hard I could almost hear his teeth grind. His voice was low but edged with fury.
“What the hell is going on here?”
My throat dried. I glanced at Dennison, hoping he would understand the storm gathering behind Benjamin’s glare. Before I could form a single word, Dennison lifted his hands casually, like he had nothing to hide.
“I asked her for a hug,” Dennison said, his tone steady but laced with arrogance. “It was nothing deep, chill man.”
The words only fanned the fire. In one swift move, Benjamin grabbed Dennison by the collar, pulling him so close
