“A friendship.?
??
“We’re fucking. Of course we have a friendship. Have you gone mad?” I swear, I’m about to lose my shit.
“I want you to talk to me.”
“I am talking to you.” I growl as I run my hand through my hair, completely exasperated.
“Why are you acting like this, Julian?” she whispers.
“Because I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.”
“Why?”
“Because you belong to fucking me,” I admit, losing control.
She raises a brow and smiles softly, all while I glare at her and struggle to catch my breath.
I can’t believe I just said that.
We stand staring at each other - me with my hands on my hips and my heavy, panting breaths. Her looking relaxed and serene.
“Everything okay out here?” my stupid friend interrupts.
“Fuck off, Spence,” I shout without looking his way.
“Okaaaay then.” He turns and walks back inside.
“What’s happening between us, Julian?” Bree asks.
I stare at her, helpless.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me, because I know you do.”
I scowl, confusion and pain written all over my face. “You don’t know shit.”
“Then what is this?” She gestures to me. “Why are you acting like this if you don’t give a fuck?”
I clench my jaw.
“I know you care for me, Julian. Save us some time and just admit it.”
I drop my eyes to the ground.
“You can either man up and take me dancing now, or you can go and be with your friends for the rest of the night, and I’ll go back to dance with Thomas.” She slides her hand underneath my suit coat and around to my behind.
“Don’t threaten me, Bree. You won’t fucking like me when I’m angry.”
“I like you however you come.” She smiles sexily.
“Witch.”
She rises up onto her toes. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?” I say as I kiss her quickly. I’m still mad.
“I like you, too.”