POV’s Tate
Philip’s arms wrapped around me, and through the sharp pain in my chest, I felt something softer tug at my heart.
He started to guide me off the dance floor, but my legs weakened beneath me. He slid an arm around my waist, holding me up.
“Oh my God, you guys look so good.” Someone complimented.
I saw the flash of a camera.
“I love you, Tate,”
I choked down a sob.
I felt Philip’s arms tighten around me.
Everything hurt. I needed another shot.
“Is she ok?”
Riley. That was Riley’s voice.
“I’m fine,” I tried to say, but the words got jumbled.
“I’ll take her back home,” I heard Philip say.
“I’m coming with.”
No. No, I didn’t want to ruin their night. Not Riley’s, not Philip’s. “Noit’sok,” I mumbled.
Everything was beginning to spin.
I felt someone lift me.
We ende
