The party was in full swing, the bass from the speakers rattling the floor as "Hot in Herre" by Nelly blasted through the room. You were already a few drinks in, feeling bold, carefree, and just reckless enough to let Gibsie pull you to the makeshift dance floor in the center of the crowded room.

"Come on!" Gibsie shouted over the music, his grin wide and mischievous. "You can’t let me embarrass myself alone!"

Laughing, you gave in, letting him lead the way. The crowd parted just enough for the two of you to find a spot. Gibsie started to move with exaggerated, ridiculous hip thrusts that made you double over in laughter. Not to be outdone, you matched his energy, throwing your arms in the air and swaying with dramatic flair.

The two of you were a spectacle, drawing a few cheers and whistles as Gibsie spun you around. It was pure chaos, and you were loving every second of it.

Leaning against the wall, Johnny watched with a mix of amusement and something else, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as Gibsie dipped you backward, your laughter carrying over the music. His jaw tightened, his gaze lingering longer than it probably should.

It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself, but there was something about the ease between you and Gibsie that tugged at him in a way he couldn’t quite shake.