Jealousy on the Dance Floor

TESSA

I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to force down the sharp sting of disappointment that flared in my chest. Why did it even bother me? He was nothing to me. I had no right to feel this way. I didn’t want to analyze the messy emotions tightening in my throat, so I turned my back to the VIP section and faced the bar.

The bartender slid two glasses of tequila across the sticky counter. W