I stare at Alex in utter shock.
But just as quickly, anger flares. His familiar hands on my waist feel wrong. Intrusive. So I rip myself out of his grip and step away.
“What are you doing here?” I snap, voice shaking.
“Kylie, please. Just listen—”
“No.” I shove past him, ignoring the curious gazes around us. This was a mistake and I shouldn’t have come tonight.
I head for the exit, heart racing wildly.
The cool night air hits me hard as I push through the heavy doors. It’s a relief, but the anger inside me doesn't settle. How dare he try and talk to me after what he did? Follow me here as if he has any right?
I walk quickly, desperate for distance. But I’ve barely made it down the block before footsteps come up fast behind me.