{Julian’s Pov}
Kelvin wouldn’t shut up.
We were outside, walking slowly toward the house, but he kept going like this was a joke. Like what he said didn’t burn through me like fire.
“That girl?” he said with a smirk. “Room 12, Bourbon Club? Julian, man, she was wild. Mouth like a dream, and the way she moaned when—”
“Don’t,” I cut in, my voice sharp.
He blinked. “What?”
“Don’t talk about her like that. Not to me.”
He laughed like I was joking. “Come on, bro. What’s the big deal? I didn’t even know she was your problem until now.”
“She’s not my problem.”
“Then why do you look like you’re ready to punch a wall?”
I didn’t answer.
He kept going, clueless.
“I told her to go take a bath first. I wasn’t about to touch a girl fresh off the pole.”
My fists clenched.
He chuckled. “And
