Chapter 1
Preshy POV
“Hey, watch where you’re stepping in this crowd,” I said, laughing a little as I turned around in the crush of bodies on the rooftop, my sheer dress brushing against whoever was behind me.
The party was packed, music thumping from the speakers, people shouting over the bass, and the city lights twinkled below like they always did on these summer nights.
I had come here to unwind after a long week, sipping my drink and dancing with friends who had already scattered into the mix, leaving me to navigate the sea of strangers alone.
My dress clung to my skin from the heat, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of my body, and I felt eyes on me even in the dim glow of the string lights overhead.
The guy I bumped into steadied me with a hand on my waist, his
