You stood at the bar with a drink, stealing glances at him across the room.

His tense gaze followed you as he leaned against a wall, eyes locked on you. Then a stranger approached, trying to engage in a conversation.

In a bold move, you kissed the stranger, expecting a hint of jealousy from him. Instead, he met your gaze with an amused smirk.

After you've had your fill with that sucker and disposed of him as if he were garbage. Samuel comes over with a sly smile, almost commending you for your little stunt.

"When you're kissing someone." He placed his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Try not to run your eyes all over me and focus on them."