[He felt a mix of amusement and annoyance at those drifting hands. Amusement as always because she drew people to her, drew the eye, drew hands, made people want her with little effort on her part, especially when she didn't want it. The more mussed and aroused she looked, the more people wanted to be a part of it. He didn't think she realized that half of the looks they got when they were together were because of her. Annoyed because he still hadn't rationalized the fact he could and did feel jealous over her and he had an urge to smack those wandering hands away. She was his and he, oddly, didn't want to share her.
When she looked back, he was paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyes fixed at her backside to see what he'd fantasized about earlier.]
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When she looked back, he was paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyes fixed at her backside to see what he'd fantasized about earlier.]