Julian's POV
I watch from my spot in the corner as Bryson leads that girl onto the dance floor, and something hot and ugly twists in my chest. The flashing lights catch on Bryson's grin, that easy confident smile he wears when he's comfortable.
He moves with her like it's effortless, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. The casual confidence that seems to draw everyone in radiates off him, and I hate that I can't stop watching.
"Damn, Miller moves fast," Tyler says beside me, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. "You better be careful, man, or your girl's gonna get stolen."
The words hit wrong, making my jaw clench. My girl. Ashley belongs to me just because she shows up at games wearing my number. I've never even given her any real attention beyond polite acknowled
