Beatrix managed to survive it until they got to the bar. Rhys pulled her tightly against him, making sure she didn't touch another man which meant that her breasts were pressed right against him. She looked up at him as his eyes caught the colored lights.
Rhys's eyes gleamed with a mixture of tenderness and devotion. "And I love you, with every fiber of my being," he murmured, his voice brimming with sincerity. "No distance, no matter how great, can ever change that."
Beatrix gripped the roots of her hair, "God I'm going to be sick. How could I have been so stupid! How could possessive men like you agree to share the same girl and me being—"