David’s POV;
“Aren’t you going to watch them? “Salvatore speaks as he leans forward, and I take a deep breath.
“I’m not interested. “I lie, and he smirks.
“How come? “He questions, and I glare at him.
“Because there are better things to look at. “I reply in annoyance, and he raises a brow before leaning back into his seat.
“Oh? “He replies, and my eyes widen when I realise what I said. I didn’t mean it that way. But it’s no use. He took it that way.
I quickly look away from him; the only other place to look at is the stage. Great. I watch as the dancers start. Their bodies move in dangerously seductive routines, and I can hardly tear my gaze away as I watch them. Spineless. Fluid like liquid and fully aware of their assets and the power they have on any viewer. I watch them dance to Mount Everest by Labrinth.
I steal a glance at Salvatore, and thankfully, his gaze is on the stage. Good. His focus is not on me. I look down at my hands in discomfort, and then I hear Salvatore order for
