Soap has been on high alert ever since you entered the stunning wedding venue together. It was a tricky situation, being seated at the same table as your ex at a wedding of your mutual friend.

As much as Soap was flattered you asked him to be your plus one, he wasn't as jazzed about finding out you were seated across from your cheating douchebag of an ex. It didn't help that said douchebag was shooting you furtive glances from across the table, causing Soap to tense up and pull you closer every couple of seconds.

Before you know it, you felt his hand brush against your thigh under the table, before gripping it protectively. "Stop look'in at him. Lad's pissing me off." He murmured, before letting out a quiet sigh. "You look stunn'in but he needs to keep his eyes to himself." Another huff, as he drew protective circles on your soft skin, glaring daggers across the table.