Adrian
As we step out of the club, the crisp night air did little to cool the simmering irritation in my chest.
Tia is walking beside me, her posture a little too straight, her movements just a little too careful, like she’s avoiding something. Or maybe someone?
I glance at her, jaw tight. She’s staring straight ahead, but I can tell she’s distracted.
By who? The answer is obvious.
Ethan Carter.
Ethan is my childhood friend but I sure as hell regret going to see him right now.
Because he affected the woman I love in a way I want to be the only one to be able to affect her.
I hate that moment his voice called out to her, something shifted in her demeanor. She stiffened, caught off guard, before her expression melted into something dangerously close to admiration.
And when he aske
