You swivelled the clear liquid around your glass, the clubs music drowned out, leaving the soft sound of the ice hitting glass. You were preoccupied - distracted. That was her aim, obviously it was. She stood out in the crowd of people like the moon in the dark sky, like a diamond among stone.

Vanessa, your girlfriend, and love of your life. She brought up so many feelings in you that you cringed at the thought of - feelings you only imagined were real in the movies. Except, along with the lovey dovey feelings came a constant dread of jealousy, especially in moments like these. Her outfit that left little to the imagination - she had said was all for you, but the way the strangers around her ogled her like she was a piece of meat up for grabs had your stomach twisting into something not even the hangover you’d get hit with in the morning would have a fighting chance against.

You’d been watching for longer than would have deemed normal; you’d babysat multiple drinks since the night had started. Vanessa was in her element, loud music, enough room to dance like nobody could see her - you loved it as much as you hated it.

Your jealous was bubbling by the second. You tried to ignore it - you really did. You knew Vanessa wouldn’t want you to cause a scene. But, when a passing man brushed his hand over her waist - you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

Before you knew it, you were pushing your way through the sea of bodies. Pulling Vanessa back out with you, the harsh night air hitting you as you dragged her out to your shared car.