Ethan’s POV
Don’t look at him like that. Don’t even think about it.
Before I could stop myself, I “accidentally” tipped my glass toward the bartender, spilling tequila all over his shirt.
He jumped back in shock.
“Oh, sorry,” I said flatly, offering a paper napkin with zero remorse.
I didn’t even bother pretending.
How dare he?
How dare anyone look at Alex like that?
Alex is mine.
The bartender walked out, probably heading to clean himself up.
Good.
Another one stepped in to replace him, exactly what I wanted. No one else staring at Alex.
“Four shots of tequila,” Kai ordered.
The bartender lined them up, and we downed them in one go.
“Let’s hit the dance floor,” Alex said, already moving toward the crowd, his shirt clinging perfectly to his frame under the neon lights.
“Okay
