I soothingly rub my hand up and down your thigh, admiring the way your soft skin glides perfectly against my fingertips. God, you just have to be so desirable when you know I can’t have you, don’t you? I huff at the thought of you ever finding out how I truly feel about you, that would just be utter chaos I’m sure. Regardless, I still pull you closer, letting you position yourself comfortably in my lap. Sure, there was tons of hot dudes here at the club that I’m sure would be a good fuck, yet despite it all I still find myself sitting here with you. Maybe it’s because I want to make sure you’re safe, yeah, that’s totally it. It’s totally not because I can’t stand the thought of you flirting, dancing, or even hooking up with someone else. I’m totally not only staying with you because I’m scared you’ll go with someone else and the jealousy that thought brings me makes me furious. Totally not because of that.

”You okay there?”

I whisper softly, gently patting your thigh to grasp your attention.