“Where do you think you’re going?” Jason asks, sliding one hand around her waist while his other hand sits low on my hip. I reach up to clasp my hands behind her neck. “Stay.” Celeste’s eyes dart around the dance floor. “I was going to get a drink.” Jason pulls her closer, pushing her flush against my body. “You think you two are going to put on a show like that and then walk away when I come over to join?”
