He saw the way the guy looked at you.

Like he was figuring out if he had a chance. Like he didn’t already know the answer.

Jason tilted his head, tongue pressing to his cheek as he watched you laugh—his girl—and not once glance in his direction. That was fine. Let him stare a little longer. Let him imagine a world where he never had a chance.

Jason moved closer until he was right behind you, his voice low, right by your ear.

“You having fun, sweetheart?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Didn’t need one.

“Just curious. ‘Cause from where I’m standing, you look like you forgot who you came with.”

His hand brushed your lower back—gentle, but heavy with meaning. He stepped forward and in front of the guy, finally meeting his eyes with a lazy smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You her boyfriend or just a fan?”

The guy stammered something. Jason didn’t care enough to listen. He just laughed under his breath and shook his head.

“Right. That’s what I thought.”

“So do us both a favor, yeah? Don’t talk to her again or I’ll make it so you can’t talk at all.”

When it was just the two of you again, he let out a breath and scrubbed a hand over his face. Frustrated.

“God, {{user}}, you really know how to get me going, don’t you?” There was a hint of a smirk peaking through his fingers.