Nicholas shoved at Ezra's chest, his jaw tightening as he glared at him. "Talk about what, Ezra? How you conveniently ignored me when you were with your date but suddenly give a damn when I'm busy with someone else?"
Ezra didn't budge, his body pressed firmly against Nicholas', trapping him against the cold tiled wall. "Date?" He scoffed, his voice low and laced with irritation. "You think Pole is my date?"
Nicholas smirked, though his pulse was racing. "What else would he be? I mean, you looked pretty cozy with his hand on your lap. Didn't seem to bother you."
Ezra's grip on Nicholas' wrist tightened, his other hand bracing against the wall beside Nicholas' head. "And you didn't seem to mind letting your so-called boyfriend rub up against you on the dance floor."
Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Oh, what do you care, Ezra? Stop acting funny."
"Calm -"
"Just get off me, Ezra; one time, you were shoving your tongue down my throat; the next, you have Pole's hands roaming over you."
