SEVENTY THREE

"It was a wonder you two weren't fucking, with how close you were dancing," Prince bites out, the coldness in his voice sending chills through my body.

And the menacing look in his eyes makes me cower and start to regret what I've done.

I turn to look at the man who just danced with me. He groans in pain, trying to get up with difficulty.

"But as you can see, it was just a dance," I say defiantly, matching his glare as I make my point. I'm surprised that I can still talk back to him. Girl, it might be the effect of the alcohol.

"Really?" he asks sarcastically. "Did you enjoy that dance?" His eyes feel like they are piercing through me.

"Yes, I did," I say firmly, which is almost true. Despite feeling crushed from the way he ignored me while making out with some girl, that dance was at least something that could make me let out all of my frustrations.

Besides, did he forget that he seemed to enjoy his company as well? That hot cheerleader. Perhaps, if he hadn't thrown that steamy