Norman's POV
My heart raced as I caught sight of Riley across the packed club. She sat within Kirk's circle, her head resting on the table. Kirk seems to be playing with her arms, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. A flicker of possessiveness surged through me, sparking anger. My instincts roared to life. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. It made my blood boil.
“What the hell?” I muttered to myself as I pushed through the crowd, my annoyance rising with each step. I had to confront him.
As I moved closer, I could hear Kirk's conversation, hushed and tainted with an edge I didn't like. Kirk’s tone was playful, his fingers brushing against Riley’s arm. It made my skin crawl. “You should lighten up, Riley. Life’s too short to let little things bother you,” he said loudl
