“I’m sorry, Jason, I can’t do this.” I pulled away from him, the tips of my fingers tingling because of the booze I’d consumed tonight. Too much. Far too much.
“Hey, Ren, relax,” Jason whispered. His eyes were half-closed, one hand gripping my waist, the other resting on my cheek. His face was so close to my own that I could smell the cheap liquor dripping from his pores.
“I mean it.” I pushed myself away from him, resisting Jason’s grip on mine. For a split second, I didn’t think he was actually going to let me go. He did, finally, but not without a scowl.
“You need to chill out,” he said as I clambered to my feet, swaying. “You cannot be this uptight all the time.”
“I need to use the restroom.” Ignoring his protests, I walked through the slither of dancing bodies around me. The music
