Did she have no self-control or self-worth?
The message to his friends was loud and clear and they didn’t try again. Even Damien, who had returned to join a non-contact dance seemed to be keeping his distance. One of the burly men winked at her when he caught her looking towards where Rob was standing with his back to them; he had a beer in hand and lost in conversation with some other man. Completely recovered and unfazed by what had just taken place on the dance floor. He was the picture of control once again and acting like Rose didn’t exist.
It upset her greatly and she pushed it away, down towards the hard-wooden floor strewn with empty paper cups and streamers squashed flat by thumping feet.
Knowing he was nearby, in view and Morag’less, ready to save her at a moment’s notice had
