Their First Night

Third Person's Point of View

EVERYONE was now looking at them. They were still standing in front while Gavin was holding her hand tightly. He was the one who punched Asher. She can say Gavin was drunk as she can smell alcohol on his scent. Tremble began inside her.

“She’s my wife. How many times do I have to tell you that?” His voice was everything cold. “Why can’t you absorb that, huh?!” Then Gavin looked at her, straight on. His eyes were direct, his gaze shooting straight inside her. “And you… he’s my cousin how could you be so close to him?”

“We’re… just dancing.” Her voice was hoarse. Something was squeezing her inside.

“Dancing?!” The tone of sarcasm was visible on his voice. “While kissing each other?!”

“We’re not kissing, Dude. We’re only—” Gavin cuts Asher off.

“Shut the fuck up! I know what I saw!” His gaze darkened.