Bella pov
The song was ending, our dance almost over, and I knew I should step away. But his arms were strong and warm around me, his scent was drowning me, and for just a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to give in. To let him kiss me in front of everyone, claim me publicly, make it real.
The fantasy was dangerous and tempting and completely impossible. "Thank you for the dance," I said as the music stopped, stepping back.
His arms loosened but didn't release me entirely. "Bella"
"May I?" A smooth voice interrupted.
We both turned to find Ethan standing there, hand extended, asking the question that would change everything."May I have this dance?"
I looked at Caleb, saw the jealousy flash in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched. He was territorial and possessive and
