“Why?” Archangel opens his eyes.
“I need a drink.” I half drag him off the dance floor.
He comes reluctantly at first, but then of his own accord. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I say because I don’t know how I’m feeling if I’m honest.
He orders, then studies me for a long moment before leaning in to speak over the music. “Do you have a problem with me dancing with other people?”
I don’t like the question, and it feels like a bunch of bees are swarming inside my head. I take the shot set in front of me, then look Angel in the eyes. “We were both dancing with other people.”
His lips press into a flat line. “Yes and no.”
“Yes,” I say, suddenly feeling combative. “I just don’t know why you left me.”
“I didn’t leave you. We were in the vicinity of each other.” His answer is fair, but I don’t like it. For a reason I can’t really pinpoint, it rubs me wrong.
I get us a couple more shots. We don’t say anything. It’s too loud to have a conversation anyway.
A guy approaches and puts his hand on my arm. “Hey you want to dance?”
“He’s not even gay,” Archangel snaps.
“He doesn’t have to be gay to dance and enjoy his night.” The guy’s tone is pretty bitchy, and I’m a little scared for his life. A lot of people assume by looking at Archangel that he’s a twink, and even though he’s a lot slimmer than I am, he’s a beast on the ice and in the gym. He could snap this guy in half.
“Leave.” Archangel hisses.
My chest heats, and I don’t fight the smile.
“Is that what you want?” the guy asks me.
“You better listen to him.” I step closer to Archangel and slip my arm around his middle.
He leans into me and gets a smug grin. “Bye.”
The guy huffs and leaves.
I press my nose to his temple and whisper. “If I’m not allowed to dance with someone else, neither are you.”
He pulls back enough to look up at me. “I told you I was getting laid tonight.”
My ribcage constricts. “I’ll leave when you decide you want to do that.”
“Fine.” He seems annoyed, but I don’t press it because I just don’t want to know. He takes his phone out of his pocket and scowls at it.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He grabs my arm and drags me back to the dance floor.
We dance, but it’s not the same. Archangel is tense and doesn’t look like he’s having a good time.
I lean in. “Do you want me to go so you can have fun?”
His gaze snaps up to meet mine. “No.”
We dance for another minute, and then he breaks away and shoves through the crowd, leaving me in the middle of the floor alone. Guys immediately swarm around me without Archangel to fend them off. I try to nicely escape, but there are literally people everywhere, and after being this big as long as I have, I’ve learned to be careful, so I don’t run people over and injure them.
But that’s not working. I look around to see where Archangel went, but there are too many guys and not enough light. Plus, the strobing is really starting to give me a headache.
