chris's irritation levels were rising, the girl beside him - don't ask her name, he for sure doesn't know - scoffing as she notices his disinterest in her company. she tried to follow his intense gaze and see what the hell he was looking at so intently, but the groups of mingling people at the party blocked her view.

she grumbled to herself, walking away once she realized he was too distracted to give in to her advances. he didn't even really notice, his peripheral catching her departure but causing no reaction, too busy staring through the crack of empty space in the crowd.

he had a perfect view of you across the room, giggling up a storm as you spoke to someone - he couldn't see who, but his stomach churned when he took note of the definitively male arm slinging over your shoulder.

he knew what you were doing just as much as you did... the way your shoulders raised a little bit and the way you tilted your head just slightly - you knew he was watching and his irritation only boiled up higher. he shifted his hips forward, sitting further back into the couch as he manspreads, shooting daggers at you.

when your eyes met for a second, his eyebrows shot up, giving you a look as if to say, 'really?' you replied with one of your own, his heart skipping a beat and sinking simultaneously at your nonchalance.

he caught your gaze again, nodding his head to say, 'come here.' you rolled your eyes, still bitter from watching him flirt with that dumb girl earlier. you shook your head at him, breaking the eye contact and returning to your conversation with the guy beside you.

chris was patient, watching you chat with the guy until finally he could see the bored look growing on your face. bingo, he thought to himself, keeping his eyes on you and waiting for you to give in.

it didn't take long, a sigh on your lips when you eventually find yourself plopping down onto one of his legs.

"oh hey, sexy..." he mused, letting his hand rest on your lower back to steady you on his lap.