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into dancing with Cole.
    He swivels me around to face him, and I feel the wall meet my back as he grinds into me with purpose. When did we leave the dance floor?
    “I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were out there. You are so damn sexy.” He sweeps his nose across my collarbone and up to my ear. I might want this … everything is moving at a rapid pace, so I just can’t be sure. If only I had one minute for my foggy mind to catch up with my body’s demands.
    His lips attack mine roughly and without pretense. I’m not that naïve; I know what he wants. It’s exhilarating to know he wants it from me. I’ve spent these past few months practically begging West to see me this way, so I soak up the attention like an eager little sponge.
    His kisses taste of stale cigarettes and whiskey, but I push the thought away and kiss him back anyway. Until he’s no longer there.
    A rush of air sweeps over me, and my eyes flutter in confusion. I reach behind and grab the wall for balance. As my fingers touch the sheet rock, I feel the vibrations of Cole’s back slamming into the wall right beside me.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, dipshit? You stay the hell away from her, or I will end you, do you hear me?” West roars threateningly, and I instinctively recoil in response. His lips are curled in anger and revulsion, and his hands grip Cole’s collar tightly. West slams him into the wall again, and he raises his hands in protest.
    “Jesus, chill out, West! We were just having a good time. She wasn’t complaining, all right.” Cole winces and tries his best to extricate himself from West’s grasp.
    “She couldn’t say a fucking word with your tongue jammed down her throat!”
    “Look, I’m sorry. I thought y’all were just friends. No hard feelings, man.” Cole starts slowly backing away, taking advantage of West’s loosened grip. As he backs away, he gives me a small, apologetic smile. I should apologize to him, but I’m too stunned by the events that have unfolded.
    While the boys may have calmed down, I’ve become stone-cold sober in a matter of seconds and seriously freaking pissed. Taking a play out of West’s book, I shove him into the wall with all of my might. Unfortunately for me, pushing West is equivalent to moving a brick wall, which only serves to piss me off more.
    “Who in the hell do you think you are? You’ve got no right, West!”
    “He had his hands all over you, Alex! Do you really expect me to sit here and do nothing?”
    “Yes!”
    West shakes his head and grabs the back of his neck in annoyance.
    “Emmett would have done the exact same thing.” West raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to admit that he’s made a valid point.
    He doesn’t even realize that his words crush me, leaving an indelible gash on my heart. I am that pesky little sister to him.
    “Right … okay,” I murmur, mostly to myself. “God, I’m such a fool.”
    “What did you say?” He moves closer, obviously not hearing me.
    I feel the prying eyes of everyone in the room, and I burn with embarrassment. A true lady never makes a scene, Alexandra. There’s a time a place for everything. Poise is prudent, darling. This is one instance where I actually agree with my mother.
    Without answering him, I turn on my heel and make a mad dash to the nearest exit. I desperately need to escape these four walls that slowly close in with every word West utters.
    I shove open the back door and take a deep breath of the muggy night air.
    “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry,” I whisper to myself like a mantra, looking up to the stars for strength. Then I realize I have no idea where Holly went.
    “Shit.”
    The metal screen door clangs behind me, and I quickly turn away.
    “Poppy, what the hell is going on?” West grabs my arm gently to turn me around, and I jerk away from his touch.
    “ Don’t call me that!”
    “What do you mean? That’s what I always call you. I’m sorry you’re mad, but I