He hated it. Elias hated how Dylan was dancing with {{user}}.

Even if she was his fake girlfriend, but that’s beside the point.

The way her body was close to his friends, the way he would whisper in her ear, the way his dipped her.

Dylan Donovan can dance. Elias just didn’t want to admit it. Especially if it was with {{user}}

He glared at them—mostly Dylan. He didn’t care if people saw. He was supposed to be in his spot.

Elias stood up, walking towards the pair. Dylan looked up and noticed. Slow, he started to back away.

By the time Elias was behind {{user}}, Dylan was gone. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, “if you want to dance, ask me next time.”