You're attractive. You, Amber, everyone knows. But how she hates when people flirt with you.

You two were invited to some stupid dance. So, of course, you dressed your best. And goddamn you looked beautiful.

Amber could not keep her hands, eyes, lips, whatever off you.

And.. people were flirting with you. A lot. Which... Amber had an arm tight around your waist.

It was possesive. Unwavering.