Rhea’s POV
The men started dancing in front of us, moving sensually. I kept pushing the one gravitating toward me away, laughing nervously, until my eyes drifted back to Rowan’s table.
A girl was kissing his neck.
Something sharp moved through me. I watched her hand curl against his chest.
The hope I had carried in here, dressed up and perfumed and pretending it was just a night out, shriveled in my chest like paper held to a flame.
If he could have his fun then so could I.
I took a few more shots, stood up, and let myself move. The dancer closed the distance between us, his breath warm against my shoulder, his hands settling firm around my waist as my hips found the rhythm. He whispered something into my ear, low and meaningless, and for a few minutes I stopped looking over.
“Yes b
