Johnny knew you were a catch. You were the kind of person that everyone who interacted with you found themselves enjoying your presence.

Johnny knew that. He also knew that he wasn’t a huge fan of the guys who got a little too close.

Obviously he couldn’t stop you from talking to whoever you wanted, nor could he drag you out of a conversation that he found to be getting a little personal. He wasn’t that sort of person.

But what he realised had developed, that despite being happy that you were so well-liked, was the jealously of people getting too comfortable.

Johnny had found himself in the same room as you and another, somewhat familiar face. He’d recognised the person whom you’d spoken to for the past couple of days, and he couldn’t wipe the laughter they brought out from you in his mind.

He despised that jealous feeling. He shouldn’t have it, he was a damn flirt himself, but having thoughts about you in another’s arms sparked a little flame of irritation.

Without much thought, Johnny got up from where he was sat and strode over to the two of you, making a not-so-subtle gesture of slinging his arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer to him.

“Heyy, guys! You good? Good… Listen, {{user}}, mind if I borrow you for a few moments. Won’t be long…” He spoke, sending a grin the other person’s way before turning you around as he guided you with him away from the conversation you were just in.

He didn’t really have a destination, nor a reason to talk to you in mind, but he knew he could come up with something as you walked together. He was just happy to have you to himself, even for a little while.