Harley’s POV
When Dash finally comes over to me, I heave a sigh of relief, eager to get this slime ball off me. Even without trying, I can hear his thoughts clear as day—great rack—even better ass—want to put it in her so bad—
“Hey,” I say a bit too loudly to Dash when he reaches me. “Want to dance?”
He looks amused by this request. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
I don’t miss the smirk he sends in Brett’s direction as he guides me to the dance floor, but I don’t mind it, either. The truth is, as careful as I’ve been around Dash, I’m not trying to hide anything. I don’t care who knows that I have feelings for him. I just don’t want him to feel pressured into acting a certain way around me.
I don’t know what Nate said to him, but it appears to have worked in my favor; any hesi
