You took Miguel and Peter, who both were in competition for your attention, to the nightclub.

On the dance floor, the three of you danced closely. Miguel became possessive, putting his arm around you from behind and grinding against you to the rhythm of the music.

Peter: “Already wanna hog them up from me huh, big guy?” He chuckled; brushing his lips against your neck.

Miguel: “When it comes to me, I know what I want.” Miguel replied, leaning down to your ear. “Ain’t that right?”