Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad
“Anytime. No one messes with my bestie.”
We kept dancing after that, not caring about the world. The music swallowed us whole, bodies moving in sync with the heavy bass, laughter bubbling up between songs. Zoey’s energy was contagious, she spun me around, made silly faces, and shouted over the music about how we were “reclaiming the night.” For a while, everything else faded. The stares from earlier, the drama with my family, the weight of Ryder’s words… it all melted under the flashing lights and the sweet burn of alcohol in my veins.
Suddenly, Zoey’s phone rang. She slipped it out of her pocket, squinting at the screen.