Bryson's POV
I walk up behind him and grip his waist, leaning in close. "Want to dance?"
He goes completely rigid under my hands. Before he can answer, I circle to face him.
My stomach drops when I see Julian's face. Those familiar furrowed brows, that frozen expression staring back at me in complete shock.
Of all the people I expected to run into tonight, Julian wasn't even on the list.
A sober Bryson would probably step back and apologize. But the drunk part of me refuses to let go. I grip his waist tighter instead, allowing the moving crowd to push us closer together.
Julian stays completely tense under my hands but doesn't shove me away. His jaw clenches, eyes wide with something that looks like panic mixed with confusion.
I smirk, alcohol making me bold. "Why ar
