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Sheryl’s POV

I could feel his eyes on me when I was dancing with Brody. Ashton stayed off in the corner, but he was watching me like he was hungry, and I was his dinner.

I wasn’t sure why that excited me so much. Maybe because I finally had the advantage over him.

If he could be with Connie without a second thought about me, then I should be able to dance with Brody without feeling guilty.

It’s not like he wanted me, so what did I have to feel guilty about? Brody had his hands around my waist when we danced; I had to admit that I felt a little bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t stop him. I held myself close to him and swayed to the music.

I promised him this dance after all.

I caught Rachel watching us with a proud smile on her face and I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore her, but I chuckled at the same time. “You look beautiful, Sheryl,” Brody said with a fond smile and a kind look in his eyes. “You look great too,” I said in return. “Did you come here with anyone?”

“No,” he answered. “T