~Mia~
Six drinks and five songs later, my skin glistened under the fluorescent lighting. After our third drink, Andi and I were dancing. Now that D had changed to a slower song, I was able to catch my breath again.
Andi fell against her chair and wiped the back of her hand over her forehead. “I need another drink, but I’m too tired to walk to the bar.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll grab them. Be right back.”
“You’re my hero,” she teased as I raced up the steps and down the aisle.
As I approached the bar, I spotted Max wiping the top and removing a few glasses. He wasn’t far from where Ayden was sitting. Though I fought the urge to look in his direction, I gave in. He was still there, but Bentley wasn’t.
Slowing my gait, I debated on going back to the VIP box. Ayden hadn’t bothered me since our
