I took a moment to look at Anthony.
He was holding her by her ass and guiding her movements. He was a really good dancer, but his partner was shit. He was kissing her roughly, probably shoving his tongue down her throat, but she didn't seem to protest.
My mouth became dry as I watched them.
'Desperate much, Anthony?'
I rolled my eyes and looked back to the smirking Rob again.
"Jealous?" he mouthed. I narrowed my eyes at him but didn't reply.
I wasn't jealous. The man was fast in getting over refusals. I was certainly in awe of him.
I snickered to myself.
"It's getting late, don't you think?" I sighed.
"If it makes you feel better, she doesn't hold a candle against you," he chuckled.
