my gaze locked on Andrew,
not letting him breathe.
Ben sinks into the seat beside me,
sliding in close,
fingers skimming the slit of my dress.
“You good now? Had enough?” he asks.
“Not yet… Let’s see what those hands are good for.”
Ben’s grip flexes on my thigh, his grin wicked. “He’s two fuckin’ seconds from swingin’ on me.”
I cock a brow.
“Don’t tell me Jersey’s got you shook.”
He laughs under his breath
and leans in, mouth at my ear.
“Rooftop Romeo? Nah.”
His breath hits my jaw,
fingers digging deeper into my thigh.
“Afraid of what you’ll do to him? Yeah.”
His other hand climbs to the back of my neck,
giving it a gentle massage as a producer asks me about my next project.
And for the next hour,
I let Ben’s hand linger to make Andrew suffer.
I let Ben’s kiss land on my temple?—
one of Andrew’s favorite spots.
I let my body melt into Ben’s touch,
let my eyes drown in Andrew as he watches,
his gaze blistering.
He’s seconds from imploding.
He’s falling apart.
I never cared much for jealousy until now.
On Andrew, it’s fucking gorgeous.
Warmth spills under my skin,
