Danny's POV
The bathroom air was thick, smelling of bleach and the salt of my own skin. Noah’s hands were still on me, his grip like iron, pulling me into a heat I didn't deserve. My head was spinning, half from the tequila, half from the way his mouth had just been tracing the line of my throat.
"What's your deal, Connor?" Noah’s voice had dropped an octave, vibrating against my chest. He didn't let go of me, but his head snapped toward the door. "You cheated on me, remember? You threw us away for a summer in Milan with a guy who didn't even like you."
Connor, the rich kid with the perfect hair and the venomous eyes didn't even flinch. He stepped further into the cramped hallway, his lip curling as he looked at my half undid shirt. "That was a mistake, Noah. A lapse. But this? This tr
