(Chelsea's POV)

My breath stopped the sooner I kept staring at the dance floor, staring past it and then I saw Leonard sitting at a table, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms, relaxing in his chair like he was sitting on a throne.

But that wasn't the part that hit me. It was the woman draped I've him, one leg crossed over his thigh and her fingers curled under his chin while she tilted his face towards hers. Her body was pressed into his side like she'd been there a hundred times and his hand rested on her knee.

What the hell?

Something inside me...