His voice rolls down my spine, low and possessive.
“Mind if I cut back in?”
David lifts his brows, amused.“Ah.The husband.I was wondering when you’d swoop back in, bruh.”
Nathan’s fingers tighten on my waist—subtle, firm, claiming.
He doesn’t speak yet.
He doesn’t need to.
His body radiates tension.His jaw is tight.His breath hits the side of my neck.
“Looks like I’m swooping in now,” Nathan replies easily.
David tilts his head.“I see you, man.But it was just dancing.”
“Damn right.And it’s my turn now.”
“Yeah, man, I get it,” David says, still not letting go of me.“You’re a lucky man, Thorn.Adrianna is a true beauty, yeah?
“That she is,” Nathan replies, and I swear I feel it in my toes.
“You know, I can take her for another turn around the room.I don’t mind at all.We move good together, don’t we,linda?”David winks, and he’s actually just full on goading Nathan.
“It was a nice dance, thank you,” I reply.
I’m biting my lip to stop from grinning because the whole thing is silly.
The top DJ in the world and one of the most beloved rockstars of our time are actually pretending to fight over me.Me.
What even is my life right now?
“One dance is all you get, Mars.I can handle my wife from here just fine,” he says, eyes locked on David with a smile that doesn’t reach them.
Then he looks at me.
And everything else disappears.
David lifts his brows.“That’s how it is?”
Nathan doesn’t smile.Doesn’t even blink.
“Damn fucking straight.”Nathan’s voice isn’t loud, but it vibrates through my spine.“My wife and I have to be going soon.”
Wife.
The word hits me like a spark to dry kindling.
David lifts both hands in surrender, a crooked grin tugging his mouth as he steps back.
“Alright, alright.Wedding night plans, yeah?I see how it is.”
Nathan doesn’t bother replying.
He simply slides a hand up my back, fingers splaying possessively, claiming space that—shockingly—I want him to claim.
His palm settles at the base of my neck—hot, steady, sure.
