Quinn’s POV
My nails bit into my palms as I stood across the room, watching the scene unfold. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Couldn’t comprehend it. Couldn’t understand it.
That woman. Where were her boundaries?
Her arms were draped all over him like ivy.
And that laugh? Could she be more obvious? Sure, he was funny—but not that funny.
How was he not seeing what she was doing?
But he was playing into her game.
He wrapped his arm around her waist.
Leaned in close to speak.
And his eyes? Was that a sparkle?
Why was he smiling at her like that? That was my smile. The one he usually reserved for me.
No. This was not going to happen.
Corrine was not going to win.
I took a couple of calming breaths and began my deliberate march across the room. I was going to put an end to whatever game Corrine thought she was playing.
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Miles’ POV
“Miles. That was amazing,” Corrine said as she wrapped herself around me. Her arms threaded through mine, her body pressed entirely too close.
Why is she always touching me? I leaned away, trying to escape her grasp. But that only made her hold on tighter.
I’d told her more than once that this wasn’t going to happen. What was that saying—wrong tree, same forest? Different forest? Whatever. I had Quinn. No one else could compare. She was the sun in my sky, the brightest star in my darkest night.
Just the thought of her made me smile. I could feel the warmth climb up my skin to my face and eyes.
“Miles?” Corrine tugged on my arm. “Are you even listening?”
Had she been talking to me? My thoughts had been on Quinn, as they always were. “Sorry,” I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “It’s loud in here. What did you say?”
“I said you were amazing tonight. I think tonight was your best performance yet.” She rubbed her hands up and down my chest as she spoke.
Where is Quinn when I need her? Just as I thought that, I looked up—and there she was. Marching toward us with a look on her face that could skin a cat.
I knew that look.
I’d seen it directed at others. But never at me.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
Not tonight.
Not this week.
Not with everything I had planned for my next night off.
This was supposed to be the beginning of forever.
But now it felt like the beginning of the end.