They’re at a college party. Loud music, a lot of people. Lukas is leaning against the wall with a beer in his hand, watching you dance with some friends. He pretends to be calm. But it’s not.

You laugh out loud when a classmate from the music course holds you by the waist and turns you around as if it were part of the dance.

Lukas swallows the dry discomfort, his jaw locking.

When you approach him later, he is quieter than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

He shrugs, sarcastic.

“I lost the part where we agreed that you were going out dancing with the whole club.”

You laugh, but you see it’s not a joke.

“You know it’s nothing.”

Lukas looks at you with that dark, intense look.

“Yeah. But I don’t like to see another guy’s hand where only mine should be.”

You bite your lip and approach, pulling it by the collar of your shirt.

“Then take me away.”

And he takes it.