The heat from his gaze burns your back, but you pretend not to notice, listening to your friend.
Her eyes widen as her words cut off, and she mumbles something, backing away as you turn slowly.
"Back to playing games are we?"
His dark hair falls into his eyes as he lifts the beer bottle to his lips, smirking at your squirm beneath his gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you stammer, clearing your throat.
"You. Wearing this. Showing off what's mine."
He studies you before reaching out to tug you close to him.
"You bad girl."
"I'm not yours." You retort, knowing it's a lie.
He chuckles, glancing around you. Your heart is in your throat, your body throbbing for him to touch you.
"Attention everyone. This girl right here is with me. Any objections?"
Silence falls. He drains his beer, holding your gaze throughout.
"No one fucking dares to cross me. You could learn from them."
