Lola’s POV

Morgan’s hand brushed mine as we walked further away from the noise of the party. He looked down at me with that familiar teasing grin, the one he wore too easily.

“So,” he said casually, “are you satisfied with my answer just now, girlfriend?”

I stopped midstep, glaring at him. Heat rose in my cheeks, not from his words but from the smugness in his tone.

“Stay away from me,” I snapped.

He only laughed softly, tilting his head as if my anger amused him instead of ...