Page 70 of Habits

She doesn’t belong to you, dude. Chill out.

I try to hold back. I try to make myself take a step back.

Leave, that’s what I have to do.

Leave.

Only my body has other plans.

My eyes lift up, up, up.

I have to know.

I have to know who this guy is that’s worthy of Jeanette Sanders.

The guy who is the complete opposite of me.

Broad shoulders, he’s tall, taller than her, but not as tall as me. Light, preppy hair moved out of his face. Light blue eyes. Arrogant smirk on his stupid face.

A smirk worse than the one I’m usually wearing, if that’s possible.

“Ethan-fucking-Williams?” I roar, turning toward Max.

His eyes narrow even more looking at me, the fists by his sides clenching and unclenching fast.

“What do you know about him?”

“Enough to know he’s a douchebag.”

“Coming from an asshole himself. You don’t have to …”

“Right, and when I say he’s worse than me, I mean it. Anybody but him, Max.” I let my eyes meet his so he knows I mean what I say. “Anybody but him.”

Then I’m gone.

I push through the mass of people, not caring who I shove away, as long as I get to her fast. As long as I get her out of his arms, out of his reach forever.

Of all the guys in this damn state …

I shake my head, trying to calm down.

I can’t cause a scene. Dad would have my balls if I do, but I’m not backing down. Not on this one.

She’s leaving his stupid, arrogant ass behind—with or without me. Her choice, but she’s leaving him now.

I hear Max behind me, but somebody calls his name. I’m not sure if he’s still following or if he stayed behind, but it doesn’t matter either way.

This is my problem to deal with.

Mine.

Just like her, for as long as we’re fucking.

Mine.

Ethan’s hand keeps caressing her skin, his face so near hers that it’s making me crazy. If he doesn’t stop in two seconds straight, I’m going to pull his damn hands out and there will be no surgeon who’ll be able to put his body back in one piece.

His face is coming closer and closer to hers.

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