Chapter Elleven

Before he takes a closer step to my lips. My eyes see beyond him into the crowd. Looking at all the women in the club. Their eye fixed on him. He could have anyone.

Why me? Who do you think you are, Keirah? The grown-up Keirah in me shouts in my head. All women in this club are technically surrounding and throwing themselves at him for his disposal.

I don’t swing with women, but their looks on him reflected mine. I feel jealousy, wanting to take him away from their undressing gaze on him. Wait, a minute. Am I jealous?

I don’t do feelings that’s how my world works.

And I don’t do under thirty-two. That is illegal in my dictionary.

It’s a combination of hormones and a new environment, I tell myself in my head. I take a stand in my head and push through, repeating repeatedly.

I feel like I am having a serious justification mode in my head and hate it. But I walk out of the dancefloor pushing through everything to not look back.

I walk faster, and I can hear his fast pace behind m