The guy is still there, still pressed against me. "You looking for someone better?"
"She has someone better."
Drew.
He grabs onto the guy's arms and throws me a look.Really, this again?Yeah, sorry Drew, even with your oodles of fame you don't risk some stranger copping a feel every time you go dancing.
Not like I'm about to let grabby strangers scare me away from something I love.
"Hey, watch it," the guy says.
"You have two seconds to get lost before I make you wish you did," Drew says.
The guy looks at me. "Your boyfriend has some anger issues."
"He's not my boyfriend." I frown. "He made that very clear."
Drew stares at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I don't know. This is how messed up you've got me." I turn to make my way to the bathroom. Some place where my body might calm down.
Drew growls at the guy. "Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you." He grabs the guy and shoves him halfway across the room.
The guy knocks over three people in his way. He falls on his ass with a scowl. "Girl doesn't care about your opinion."
"You grabbed her ass, dickwad. You think she wanted that?"
"None of your business."
"I make it my business." Drew stares the guy down. "Now, I like this club, so either back off or meet me outside and we'll settle this like men."
The guy shakes his head and shrugswhatever. I guess that releases me from my obligation not to cause a fight. I return to my mission to get the hell out of here.
I need to breathe again.