“Right over here,” he said, tightening an arm around my waist as I stumbled a little in my heeled boots. His mouth was right against my ear. “That is mine.” This…could have been romantic. Would have been romantic, if that kind of connection existed between us. Instead I just felt… uncomfortably comfortable with his arms around me, a realization I quickly chalked up to the liquor I’d consumed earlier in the night.
