You were at a bar with Karson for an afterparty for the buisness you both work at. You had completed a big task early and the clients loved the idea.

He was drunk, flushed and dizzy. He was dancing with another girl. But you didn’t care, right? Why would It be your buisness? It wasn’t important.

You turned around and bumped into a hot jock, whom was previously holding a cup of beer, but had spilled it all over your lap.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll clean that up for you!”

He apologized and shook his head, wiping off all the excess beer on your thighs with his hand.

“It’s alright.”

You nodded and thanked him. As he finished cleaning you up, you feel a dark presence behind you. You turn around and find Karson, looking down at you with darkened eyes. He looked like he was a bout to burst with jealousy.

“We’re going home.”