25. WE ARE A WRECK

CALLAN’S VOICE SOOTHED the fear that lingered in me. This time, I pulled my wrist from the guy and hid behind Callan who stood in front of me and faced the man with his arrogance.

“You got a problem with that?”

“Apologies, man. Thought the lady was alone.”

“Nope. She’s not,” Callan said then swiftly motioned me to follow him as we both walked out from the dancefloor.

“He touched me on my waist…” I mumbled, it was already too late when I hesitated whether Callan wanted to know about that detail or he didn’t care.

“Anyway,” I waved my hand in front of Callan, like telling him it was nothing. That small movement turned out an exaggerated sway on my arms and I found myself laughing.

“What happened to you?” I witnessed Callan’s frown when he looked at me. The lights inside the bar kept moving starting with white, blue, to red, and yellow. That was too much for my eyes to handle so, I squinted them.

As Callan walked away from the crowd of people, I was following him. My feet stumbled agains