Sky's pulse jumped hard in his throat. Heat surged straight to his face, and he had to drag his eyes away, focus on anything else. The chandelier above, Henry babbling to his stylist, Mei already snapping selfies with Rain, Wilson and Jack were seated side by side, talking about something. Rachel was pointing at a page in a magazine her stylist held. Probably a style she wanted. Anything.
But the mirror pulled him back.
And there it was again. Chris. Relaxed. Too relaxed. Letting someone else touch him, smile at him, enjoy himself.
Sky's jaw clenched.
He told himself it was stupid. That it was nothing. That it didn't matter. But his chest was tight, his hands wouldn't unclench, and the words were already forming sharp in his mouth before he could stop them.
Calm down. Calm down.
Shit.
Calm the fuck down!
