Eden’s POV
Dante is barking at the valet to get the car here quicker while Ryder wraps me up in his coat and keeps me snuggled to his side. It was difficult to keep them from chasing after Asher when he kissed me, and the sooner we leave here, the better.
“Why did you go out there with him, dammit?” Dante mumbles, pacing in front of us and speaking to the concrete under his leather boots. His constant steps nag at my dizzy, alcohol-tainted mind. “It would have been fine if you just stayed with us and—”
“Hey, enough of that,” Ryder pleads. “She was trying to diffuse the situation, okay? You and I both were ready to start a fight in the lounge before he even had the chance to kiss her.”
“F*ck diffusing the situation,” Dante snaps. “And f*ck that overconfident prick!”
I bury myself into
