CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
AVA’S POV
I knew he was watching me. I could feel his gaze caressing my body as I moved to the beat of the music. So I let myself dance sexier, making sure every inch of me was moving to the beat to the music. There is something inherently attractive about knowing the man you want to break your back in all the filthiest ways, only had eyes for you. Were there a million very gorgeous women on the dance floor? Yes. A couple minutes ago, a pretty drunk woman, one who stopped by town with her friends in what I gathered to be a roadtrip of sorts, had tried to flirt with Tristan and the only thing he’d said was that he had someone. Now all he did was watch from the corner of his seat while I danced.
I felt hands settle on my waist, as a body attempted to cruise in sync to
