(Juliette's POV)
I stood there and watched him kiss her.
He kissed her like he was starving for it - one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other sliding down her back, pulling her closer. Every move he made said he couldn't get enough of her.
My eyes burned. Something in my chest twisted, dull and slow, like a hook dragging through old scar tissue.
He hadn't touched me like that in a long time. I couldn't pinpoint when it stopped, but somewhere along the way we'd gone flat - just going through the motions.
I stood there for over ten minutes, feet locked to the pavement, watching them. When they finally pulled apart, he wrapped his arm around her and they walked back into the club together.
I took a breath, and I walked toward the club.
I pushed the door to the private room open
