Coming to the waterfront had felt like a good idea. Seeing the look on Presley’s face as we enjoyed wandering along the seafront was adorable. It was a place I adored growing up, and one I enjoyed hanging out with friends as I grew up too. And I loved showing her my favorite bars to enjoy, but what I had not anticipated was the unfamiliar feeling of what I could only assume was jealousy whenever a guy so much as glanced in Presley’s direction. This had never happened before, and I don’t think I wanted it to happen again. It felt wrong. It felt uncomfortable. And it was driving me crazy…
Truth be told, I think it was driving her crazy too. “Zaine, stop.” She warned, for not the first time that evening, as yet another guy had let his eyes linger upon her curves whilst danced upon the dance
