Half the people at this party, almost all the fucking men, can’t stop staring at her. They’re probably waiting for the opportunity to approach her. As if they’d even have a chance with Diego’s clasp around her waist. It’s disgustingly territorial. He leans down to whisper something in her ear, and her mouth hangs open with a wide grin. There’s no way the dude’s making jokes while she’s grinding on his front half. I force a heavy breath through my lungs. What could he possibly be saying to make her laugh almost as hard as I do?
