He slaps my shoulder playfully. “Shut up.”
“I won’t.” I like it. I’m not really sure why. But I have always loved how possessive he is over our friendship.
Archangel drags me to the bar and orders a few shots. I lift a brow, but he doesn’t comment. He must be ready to have a good time, so I do the green tea shots and wait for him to finish his.
Finally, he looks up at me. “Are you going to dance?”
“I’m not going to stand at the bar all night.”
He glances at the dance floor, then back at me. “Have you seen it out there?”
“I’m sure they are all wearing less clothes than I am, so way more comfortable getting sweaty.”
Angel blinks at me, then starts laughing. “You just have no idea.”
“What are you even talking about? Are we dancing or not?” The buzz is starting to hit, and I’m feeling the music.
“All the men out there. You know you will be surrounded by sweaty men.”
Now I’m confused. “How is that different than hockey?”
“They’ll be pressed up against you.”
“Again, I ask, how is that different than hockey?”
“They have less clothes on!” he shouts over the music, clearly annoyed about something.
“And I wish I did!”
He narrows his eyes, then offers his hand. “Come on.”
“Finally.”
He’s not wrong. There are muscled, sweaty men all over us the second we’re on the dance floor. It’s not so much dancing with a single person as the entire floor moving to the beat together, a lot like a concert. Angel keeps glancing over at me like he’s looking for something, but I can’t figure out what, and I’m too buzzed to figure it out.
He’s dancing in front of me until he’s suddenly not. I search the faces surrounding me. He can’t have gone far.
Finally, I spot him dancing with some guy, and the two of them are hot and heavy. Archangel turns in his arms, and they grind against one another.
A growl fills my chest. We came here together, and now he’s all up on some guy. I bust through the few people who’ve gotten between us and slip in behind Archangel. He leans into me, then glances back and startles.
“Who did you expect?” I ask into his ear.
He laughs, leaning his head back on my shoulder. “Not you.”
The guy in front of him gets closer when I do.
I growl again.
What’s this dude’s problem? Surely he can see he’s not needed. I put a possessive arm around Angel. Wishing it weren’t so loud in here so I could tell him, “I’m his best friend. I come first.” But he won’t hear me, and Angel will probably get annoyed.
I pull him closer to me, and as if this mother fucker is glued to him, he slides in, then has the balls to grab my hip.
“Don’t worry, we can share him,” he says over Archangel’s shoulder.
Archangel squirms, obviously uncomfortable.
That snaps something in me. I don’t want to share, and I don’t like that he’s making Archangel react like that. “Let’s go get a drink.”
