And Miles steps in between me and Business Guy. Johnathan. What the hell is Miles doing here?
"You mind, buddy?" Johnathan says.
"I do, actually." Miles plants his hand on my hip. "Since when do you drink?"
"Since tonight." I swat him away like my body isn't humming from his touch. "I'm having a conversation."
"You don't seem interested," Miles says.
"None of your business what I seem anymore. Excuse me." I step away from Miles and lean over the bar the same way Kara did. "Another paloma please!"
"How many have you had?" Miles asks.
"Oh, let me check. Hmmm. That's also not your business."
"I'm talking to the lady," Johnathan says.
Miles turns and glares like he's going to deck Johnathan right in the mouth. It works.
Johnathan steps back. He mutters something under his breath and disappears into the crowd.
Miles brings my attention back to me. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You're the one who followed me here. What, did Kara rat me out to you?"
"Drew."
"Asshole acted like he could keep a secret." I shake my head. "Did he at least tell you to apologize?"
Miles nods. "Threatened to break my jaw if I broke your heart."
"I knew there was something I liked about him."
Miles reaches for my hand.
I take a step back. "Last time I checked, we're nothing. So what the hell are you doing following me to clubs?"
"I wanted to see you."
"To what—screw with me one last time? Leave me alone."
He leans closer, until his chest is pressed against my back. "I can't."
"Sure you can. It's called self-control. You made yourself clear a hundred times. You don't do boyfriend. You don't fall in love. Hell, you want to be alone. You didn't have any right to scare that guy off."
"You'd rather he be the one pressed against you?"
I bite my tongue. "Doesn't matter. We're nothing."
His mouth hovers over my ear. "I miss you."
"You miss fucking me."
"No, I miss you." He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls my body closer. "Let's talk somewhere private."
"Oh, you want to talk now that you can't have me." I press my palms against his hips. I mean to push him away, but my hands like his hips so much they linger there. "You had a million chances to talk. I'm not interested in talking to you anymore."
"But you'd fuck me."