And there went what little was left of Cassidy's cool. He just nodded to Sable's request and took another drink of wine, refusing to say anything else, because he knew it would wind up sounding stupid.
He inched a bit closer to Soren. In his mind, neon lights were flashing, and the red alert button had been pressed. He wanted to whine to his best friend, 'Soren! Our girlfriends are being awfully friendly!!!' but he kept his mouth shut.
He knew it was intentional, but he wasn't expecting it. And he'd left his gloves off, so he couldn't fidget. He was feeling ridiculously vulnerable. And very turned on.