the bar was lively with music, laughter, and intoxicated spirits. Miguel watches quietly from his seat as a few of his friends dance to the rhythm of the melody that batters his ears. it was not his typical scene, yet he enjoyed the energy. his eyes fell upon you, dancing with another man in the club, his hands lingering on your hips in a much too friendly matter for his taste. the sight of it tugs on his heart, stirring a sense of jealousy within him.

"Hands off."