Chapter 8
I pulled away from the kiss slowly. August’s expression was unreadable — his eyes darting, breath caught, like he couldn’t decide whether to be shocked or furious.
I bit my lower lip, fighting a smirk. Now I see why Tracy lost her mind over him.
When I glanced at her, her jaw was practically on the floor. Then she stormed out of the party, heels clicking violently against the marble floor.
Karma is a b***h.
I watched her go with quiet satisfaction — until August stood abruptly.
“Let’s talk. Outside,” he said in a low, restrained tone— the kind of tone that said I’d crossed a line.
“Excuse me,” I smiled at the guys and picked up my phone.
I followed him into the garden. The air there was heavy, humid — thick with the scent of wet grass and night-blooming jasmine.
What
