[William’s POV]
I sit silently, my gaze traveling around, taking in the unlikely group gathered around me. However, there is only one person in particular that I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off of, and she looks ready to bolt at any given minute.
Abbie. Why the hell was she even here? Did Austin force her to come?
Frowning, I debate asking the question that sits on the tip of my tongue, but before I can, a hand reaches out and touches my thigh. It’s too f*****g high, and I can feel it’s fingers attempting to trail higher before I reach down and push it off.
Narrowing my gaze, I turn to meet Rachel’s angry gaze, but I don’t give two shits how she feels. She knows damn well that I don’t like being touched unless I’ve given permission or initiated the touching myself.
“William,” Fred
