13.
NATALIE'S POV
I was surprised and looked at Maguire. “Dude, it was just a handshake. It's nothing to get angry about.” I scolded him because, obviously, his face was red with jealousy.
“He was rubbing the back of your hand, Natalie. Even a blind man would know that's inappropriate.” He folded his hands with a scoff.
“Are you being serious right now? If I'm correct, it isn't your hand. My palm is mine, and it's up to me to decide who touches it or not.” I threw him a glare.
He was about to close the distance between us, but Mason came in. “There's no need to argue because of me. You're his little sister, and brothers tend to be overprotective of their sisters. I know Maguire to be someone with a fiery temper, and I'm used to it.”
I shook my head. Because he was used to it doesn't
