Sam was watching from a small distance, you could feel his eyes. You had gone up to the bar to get a drink and someone decided it was the perfect time to flirt. Sam knew you could handle yourself, he wouldn’t step in unless you asked, or if they touched you.

You laughed and tried to brush the guy off but he grabbed your hip, pulling you back towards him. Sam was at your side in an instant.

“Is that your hand on my girlfriend?” He asked, feigning politeness.