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I glared at him, “Don’t even start with me tonight Drake, I’m not in the mood.”

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever, go ahead and live in that little oblivious Chloe bubble, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

I grabbed an unopened can of soda off the table and popped it open, trying my hardest to ignore Drake. I was seriously pissed off at him for suggesting that crap again, but what he said was bothering me. I hoped he was wrong, but that little voice inside my head said maybe he wasn’t so far off base. Maybe what I had taken for brotherly protectiveness was something more, and if it was I was totally and completely screwed.

I looked up as a little red head in a dress short enough to be a shirt approached the table and smiled at Drake. I groaned internally as she bent down to rest her elbows on the table, giving Drake a clear shot of her overly exposed cleavage. His eyes dropped to her chest before returning her smile.

“Can I help you with something?”

She batted her eyes in what I think was supposed to be a sexy way as she leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear. “I’m Molly, I came over to drag you onto the dance floor with me. You want to dance?”

Drake nodded as he stood, “I’m going to go dance with Molly, you alright here by yourself?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Besides, one of us deserves to have fun.”

He gave me a sympathetic smile before turning and wrapping his arm around her. I watched as they too disappeared into the crowd and mentally gagged. Drake had no problem in the women department, that much was clear. That fact was a good enough reason for me to ignore my stupid crush.

I sat by myself, watching everyone else enjoy my good time. A few guys glanced my way, but apparently I was giving back off vibes since no one approached me. Just as I finished my drink, Logan appeared out of nowhere with two shot glasses in his hands and sat down beside me.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry Chloe, it just bothers me to see guys hanging all over you like that.”

I looked up at him and saw remorse in his eyes. Suddenly feeling guilty for yelling at him, I snuggled up into his arms and laid my head on his chest.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know you were only looking out for me. You know how independent I am, and it just bothers me when you go all bad ass caveman on me.”

I felt his chest shake with laughter under my head, “Caveman huh? I’ll take that as a compliment. Listen, I felt bad for ruining your night, so I brought us both a shot. Consider it a peace offering.”

He grabbed a shot glass off the table and handed it to me before picking up his own. Clinking our glasses together, we threw the shots back together. My face twisted up at the bitter taste and he laughed at my expression.

“Am I forgiven?”

I nodded as he grabbed Amber’s drink off the table, downing it all in one drink. “Sure, as long as you let me dance without ripping someone’s head off.”

He smirked as he stood and pulled me up with him, “Since I’ll be the only one dancing with you, I can agree to that.”

I laughed as he led me onto the dance floor. He stopped in an open space and turned around, pulling me into him. I turned so that my back was against his chest and started grinding against him to the beat of the music. As we danced together I felt the left over anger drain away and I relaxed further back into him. We danced together for a few songs before I looked up and noticed a petite blonde sitting at the bar watching him.

I turned to face him and motioned to her, “That girl is staring at you like she wants to eat you alive. Go talk to her, buy her a drink or something.”

He shook his head, “I’m fine here with you.”

I pulled away from him, “Seriously, I’m worn out. I’m going to go sit back down and you,” I shoved him in her direction, “are going to go buy her a drink. Have a few yourself, I’ll be your protector for once.”

He studied my expression, “That wouldn’t bother you?”

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