66. My girl
Shane
My breathing sped up and my mouth dried out as she pressed her chest against his. Pain stabbed my own chest as she let him pull her closer. Jealousy chewed at me as she smiled at him the way she smiled at me. They danced and he was the envy of every man in attendance. Everything from his broad shoulders to her small frame as he contently held her in his arms. Someone commented on how great they looked together. I hated how perfectly they fit. I could give her what he could, I could give her what she deserved. He wasn’t the only one who could give her everything.
I was attracting too much attention and had to do something about it. I made sure no one saw me as I sneaked into one of the empty rooms. I waited for my chance, I waited for a moment when I could talk to her.
