DAMON's POV Continued:
I grabbed his arm, elbowed him hard enough to make him grunt.
“She’s not for you,” I said, eyes burning into his.
He looked like he wanted to fight. I didn’t give him the chance. I shoved him hard and moved past him.
Her friend was busy with Ryan, starstruck and flushed. No chance of interruption.
I grabbed her hand.
She didn’t resist.
The second our bodies touched, I felt it. Electricity. Her skin against mine was like fire licking every raw nerve I had.
We danced.
At first, she thought I was Alex— I could tell, but then stared into my eyes, her eyes glassy, clearly drunk. Her body leaned into mine slowly, uncertainly.
Then she relaxed, molded to me like we were born this way.
Her head dropped back onto my shoulder. Her ass pressed against me. Her scent—
