" Oh, you want to stay.” He leans in, eyebrows raised like he’s passing on a secret. “You gotta see this dancer they got for me.” “What?” The blood congeals in my veins and then rushes hot like boiling poison. “What dancer?” “You know I love short chicks, right?” A grin complements his All-American look, the blonde hair and blue eyes. “She’s all curves and muscles and kinda Asian eyes. I—” “Stop. I gotta stop you before I have to punch you in the face.” I run agitated hands through my hair. “The dancer’s mine. She’s my girlfriend. "

― Kennedy Ryan , My Soul to Keep (Soul, #1)