I wasn’t so much annoyed with Kelseigh as I was self-aware. Okay, I was both. But I used to be exactly like her. In fact, I probably would have been best friends forever with her if I had lived in Austin this time last year.

“Hey, Kels!” I teased. She looked over at me as though she had just realized I was there.

“Oh, hi, Lauren,” she replied, turning her attention back to Oakley.

Bitch didn’t even remember my name, and she had her fingers all up in my man’s hair. I let the jealousy flare. It only took a moment to get control of myself again, but damn, where did that even come from? I liked Oakley and all, but did seeing him like that with another woman really trigger me that much? Yep, I guess it did.

“Sorry, Kelseigh. But I gotta steal Oakley.” I reached out and physically grabbed him, separating him from her grip.

Oakley looked at me, amused, and I looked at him like if he even thought of accusing me of being jealous, I would shave off his eyebrows in his sleep. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” I asked.

“Solver, you read my mind. How come when I’m with you, I suddenly don’t feel like partying, hmm?”

“I am the party,” I joked with what I hoped was a flirty wink. I was crossing all sorts of boundaries tonight.

“Oh really now?”

“Really.”

“How about this,” Oakley began. “One dance, then we can go somewhere quiet. I want to see your moves.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment. “You just want an excuse to feel me up.” One glance in the living room gave me an idea of just the kind of “dancing” Oakley wanted to do. I wasn’t complaining, but I also didn’t want to end up on any Instagram stories, either. I already felt like the center of attention standing beside Oakley. I didn’t bother looking around, but I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. The entire fucking world was drawn to him, and I wanted to avoid that attention like the plague it was.

“I would love to feel you up, Solver. I’ve been thinking about how soft your skin feels.” Oakley was rumbling in my ear, and it was like my panties were doused in sriracha. “I’ve been thinking about how you taste. I’ve been thinking about those cute little moans that escape your lips when I touch you.”

Oh my Sushi. I needed a drink. Ice. Someone call an ambulance. Oakley continued, “I think about prying your pretty thighs open and—”

“Oh myyy godddd. If you don’t dance with him, I’ll fuck him on the dance floor,” Kelseigh interrupted. Oh. Could they hear us?

“One. Dance,” I conceded.