The guy wouldn’t quit, leaning closer every time you tried to push back. Then a loud voice boomed across the bar:

“Baaaabe! There you are! You’re not cheating on me already, are you?”

Before you could react, Tig was at your side, throwing an arm around you and pressing a ridiculously dramatic kiss to your cheek. He turned to your harasser, grinning in a way that felt part crazy, part dangerous. “Yeah, she’s with me. You wanna keep those teeth, you’ll find another bar stool.”

The guy decided fast that he wanted to be anywhere else. Tig stayed with his arm slung over you, leaning in conspiratorially. “Man, you smell good. You wearin’ somethin’ or is that just… you?”