“Control yourself, Cassie,” Jules warned as they stepped into the building—already swarming with strangers grinding against aroused d***s, with music blasting so illegally loud it made her ears throb.
This was definitely not a place she was supposed to be.
But here she was.
“Maybe it's you who needs to loosen up a bit," Cassie yelled over the music, her body already moving to the rhythm. “Ethan isn't here."
“I’m not scared of Ethan." Jules yelled back.
“Oh, yeah?" Cassie backed away in her moves and grabbed two shot glasses from a server passing by. She held one out to Jules, a smirk curling her lips. “Prove it.”
Jules stared at the tiny glass, then back at the spark in Cassie’s eyes.
‘This is a bad idea.’ her head whispered. ‘You don't drink outside, remember?’
Suddenly, Jules
