Jules' pov
I slowly turned around, still filled with shock over what had just happened. The back of my shirt was slicked against my back because of the alcohol and it felt extremely uncomfortable. The alcohol was dripping down my pants as well, and when my eyes landed on Landon, he had on a faux confused expression.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" He breathed out coyly, his gaze darting between Blaze and I. I didn't need to take a look at Blaze to know that he was currently fuming, I could tell by the change in his scent.
"It wasn't on purpose, I promise." He continued, reaching forward as if he was gonna touch me but I slapped his hand off, anger starting to swell within my insides.
"You did it on purpose, because you're a fucking jealous hoe." I hurled at him, voice rising in order to be heard above the loud music.
