You'd been around everyone else all night. Simon was tired of you being flirted with by anyone else but him. He wouldn't admit it, but he was jealous.

He couldn't keep watching like this. You were his, but not really.

As you sipped your whiskey, unaware of his presence looming behind you, firm hands snaked around your waist, pulling you until your back was against his front.

"Having a good chat?" Simon murmurs right in your ear, his tone low, almost strained with the jealousy he hid from you.