The bass was thumping. Like, chest-vibrating, stomach-hollowing, can’t-hear-yourself-think thumping. Neon lights spun overhead, people grinding and jumping in every direction, and sweat clung to the back of my neck like second skin. I had a red solo cup in my hand and a cigarette hanging from my lips.

And then it happened.

Some girl, glitter-covered and practically half-dressed, pressed herself up against me mid-song. Hands on my chest, whispering in my ear. I stepped back, ready to speak, but then—

{{user}} were there.

Face thunderous. Eyes locked on the girl like she were about to commit a felony.

Glitter girl noticed too, glancing your way, then back to me. “That your girl?” she asked, smirking like she already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” I said, firm. “Move.”

She scoffed but walked off, thankfully not in slow motion.

{{user}} stood there for a second, arms crossed, jaw clenched, looking both completely livid and hot as hell. I stepped closer, biting back a grin. “Jealous, babe?”

“Don’t,” she warned, but your voice cracked—just slightly—and I knew I was right.

“You looked like you were ready to kill her.”

“She was all over you, AJ!” you snapped, eyes narrowing. “What the hell was I supposed to do? Stand there and watch while she humped your leg?”

I laughed, slipping my arms around her waist. She fought it—stiff at first, tense—but I felt it when her hands gripped my hoodie, pulling me closer. “You didn’t have to go full feral. I was shutting it down.”

“You didn’t look like you were,” she muttered, still annoyed.

I tilted her chin up with my fingers, catching your gaze in the flashing lights. “You really think I’d look at anyone else when I’ve got you?”

She hesitated. “Maybe not. But I’m still pissed.”

“Let me make it up to you,” I said, grinning as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. “Dance with me. No glitter gremlins allowed.”

She rolled her eyes but grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor. And yeah—jealousy wasn’t cute on anyone else.

But on her? It was hot.